That Wet Summer Night - Part 3

After arriving back at her house with slave D and her new toy Mistress K has a lot of devious plans in mind. He's chained up in the corner of the room watching and her play thing is currently restrained and eagerly waiting for her next move.

I think it's time for this story to get a little more...physical. Don't you?

If you haven't read the first two parts I recommend going back to the beginning and starting with part one.

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

Seeing fear in someone's eyes is unmistakable. They opened much wider than normal.

The sight of me opening my flick knife had the desired effect.

Coolly, I crossed one heeled foot over the other and made my way towards my new toy. Her muffled, gagged moaning was the greatest gift my sadistic side could hope for. Knowing that she’s getting off on this too made my fanny flutter. Or had I misread the situation and she was about to piss herself all over my beautifully carpeted floor?

“Let’s get rid of this restrictive bodice shall we? I could have asked you to take it off before I locked you up, but where would be the fun in that? No, I’m going to slice it open so that I can feel your warm skin on my fingers.” I quickly lifted my free hand up to her face, taking her by surprise. Her eyes screwed tightly shut. Sorry, but that’s not going to make me stop, and I didn’t. I delicately stroked her face, suddenly disarming her before holding the sharp blade of the knife against her heaving bosom.

“I won’t hurt you. Well, not too much,” I teased as I ran the knife very precisely across her breast, carefully ensuring that I didn’t cut her. Hearing the heavy metal chains rattle as she squirmed was encouraging. I expertly flicked the knife over in my hand and, pressing the blunt side of the blade into her skin made a pinpoint incision in the lace. She tried to press her cheek into my hand, but the chained collar held her back.

With very accurate flicks of my wrist the front of the bodice was in tatters. I closed the blade against my thigh and threw it down onto the floor. I wanted to tear the rest away by hand. Using both hands I pulled the material apart showing this trembling toy my strength. It fell to the floor, her gorgeous tits (no match for my own, of course) now swinging freely. Not now. I’ll have my fun with those later. No, an idea popped into my head.

I jumped excitedly across the room, opened one of the black drawers and picked out a set of silver adjustable nipple clamps. Leaving the drawer wide open I turned and, with great purpose, marched over to her with the clamps wrapped tightly in my hand.

“How do you feel about these?” I asked her as I loosened my grip and opened my fingers to show her. “Green?” I reached around to her cuffed hands and she squeezed my hand once. We’d already discussed this process as a way of gaining her consent without the need to remove a gag if she couldn’t speak.

I angled my head and very gently kissed her on the neck. A subtle whine told me that she enjoyed it and again she tried to follow me for more when I retracted only for the chained collar to pull her back once more.

Her nipples were already bullet hard and primed for me to attach the clamps, which I did carefully. Her eyes screwed up tightly again as I released the clamp and it gripped harshly to her nipple.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” I said then slapped her across the cheek. “I want to see how this feels.” As I placed and released the second clamp I could see how challenging it was for her to keep her eyes open. Sweet, delicious pain.

The clamps I’d picked are adjustable, so if I wanted to tighten them further at any point I could. I know from my own experience that the harshest pain doesn’t come as much from putting them on as it does when you take them off. Something else to look forward to later.

I gave the silver chain between the clamps a little tug, which elicited a violent, muffled scream. I could have cum right there watching her struggle. Alas, there was plenty more I wanted to do with her.

The sound of Goddess Z trying to scream through the gag caused me my own discomfort as my cock tried to get hard in my chastity cage. No such luck. I was firmly secured, a plastic prison that Mistress K asked, no, ordered me to have locked unless she decides to release me.

The benefit to having me locked for her is unquestionable. I’m far more attentive, considerate, submissive and compliant when I’m locked in chastity. It helps me to be a better person, not only for myself, but for her as my keyholder too.

“Are you feeling jealous over there, cuck?” she shouted to ensure that I heard her over Goddess Z’s high pitched squeals.

“If you aren’t yet, just wait until you see what I’m going to do with this lovely slut later.” Another tug on the nipple clamp chain forcefully extracted another chorus of yelps, and further torment for my locked cock. I was jealous, insanely so, but I knew my place, so remained quiet and still.

In my peripheral vision I could see Goddess Z topless and balancing delicately in her heels. Her breasts bounced considerably with each pull on the clamps, but this wasn’t what snatched my full attention. She looked naked aside from the heels, but something was catching the light just below her hips when her body jerked.

“Doesn’t this look good on you,” I said, feeling the PVC chastity belt with my finger tips. The clear belt had a few small holes along the side straps where the wearer would usually padlock them using plastic pins. She hadn’t done this at my request. The padlocks could have ripped her latex skirt and, by not using the locks, the belt remained more discrete under her outfit. It was our little secret.

The picture my toy had sent to me before entering the party showed me how the belt looked. A thin strip of visible pubic hair pressed tightly into the belt, proving that she’d trimmed exactly how I’d ordered her too.

“What a pity it is that you’re not naked right now. I could sink my fingers into you then rub them on your gag so that you can taste yourself.” This seemed to excite her, her eyes bulging as I spoke. My hand reached between her quivering legs and I pressed my fingers into the plastic-like centre strap. She let out a muffled moan as my fingers danced between her thighs. I felt my lips purse and quickly realised that something was wrong. Or more precisely, not entirely to my liking.

“It seems a shame to not hear your moans and squeals properly. If slave D wasn’t gagged over there he’d tell you how much I love hearing my submissives react to what I do to them. Do you know how wet those sounds make me? Here, I’ll show you,” I finished, removing my hand from her belt, putting my fingers inside my underwear then, after unclasping her ball gag and letting it drop to the floor, pushed my wet fingers into her gasping mouth. She closed her eyes and lapped my fingers with her eager tongue, swirling it expertly between my fingers until they were wet but clean. Clearly a girl who knows how to please a woman.

“Stop,” I shouted, taking her by surprise. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress K.”

“Very good.” I said smiling, my hands now groping her tight arse and my lips hovering close to hers. Reaching from behind gave me complete access to some poppers that held her belt together. Pulling at these very slowly made her breathe more quickly. I could feel her breath tantalising my lips, the temptation to lean a little closer to kiss her growing by the second.

Once all of the poppers between her legs were unfastened I swiftly did the same to two holding the sides together. Seconds later the PVC belt fell from her waist and hit the metal chain between her legs. Instead of a look of shock appearing on her face, she very calming adjusted her feet ensuring that they were set as far apart as the ankle shackles would allow them. Someone wanted me inside them, but I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction until she’d earned the privilege.

“Naughty slut. Are you inviting me to put my fingers up inside you?”

“Yes please, Mistress,” she begged then yelped as Mistress K tugged on her nipple clamps.

“Remember who’s in charge here. I’ll do with you what I want. This isn’t about you. You’re here to serve me. To worship me. To do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you think I want to finger your tight, wet pussy? Do you think that will please me? Entertain me? Is me fingering your pussy going to make me cum? I don’t think so. It’ll make you cum, that I’m quite sure of, but if it does happen it will be because of this.”

Mistress K turned away and marched briskly over to the black drawers, opened the top one and took out a few dildos in various sizes. She slammed the draw shut and walked back to her toy.

“Now, I could put this one inside you, but I don’t think it will do much,” she said, holding a thin 6 inch red silicone dildo up to Goddess Z’s face.

“This one will definitely fill you. It’s thick, long, and slave D can take the whole length in his ass, so I’m sure you’d be able to take it in your pussy.” She turned and threw both of the dildo’s she’d presented onto the bed.

“No. You’re going to need more than that. We’re going to show slave D how much training he still needs to take a cock that he should be able to take for me.” With a thick, 8” black silicone dildo in her hand she turned to me for the first time.

“It’s OK cuck, I’ll show you what it’s going to look like to take a big, hard cock from behind. It’s how you’ll look when I get a real man in to fuck you in the ass. I’ll hold your leash and play with my vibrator as he stretches you wide open. Would you like that?” she asked, looking at me. I nodded enthusiastically.

“See, that’s how you respond when I tell you what I’m going to do with you,” my Mistress said looking at Goddess Z. She responded by nodding excitedly, the chain connected to her collar clinking.

Without another word Mistress K returned to the black drawers, opened one of them and pulled out a bottle of lube, a black latex glove, a length of red rope and an anal hook. I turned my head quickly to look at Goddess Z, whose eyes were fixed on Mistress K. The latex clad domina put on the latex glove, took a black leather crop off the wall and strutted towards her naked toy.

Turn yourself so that you’re facing me, slave D,” she said with her back towards me. I swivelled on my knees and watched the two women, a huge wave of envy washing over me.

“I’m very high on corrective punishment. I’ve corrected slave D’s behaviour for years and moulded him into my perfect loyal and obedient servant. It’s only right that I do the same for you.” With that she forcibly turned her arse towards me, tied the red rope to her long hair, looped one end of the rope around the eyelet on the anal hook and let it dangle down her back. She lubed up the index finger on her gloved hand and slid it between Goddess Z’s naked cheeks. Her quivering toy let out a satisfied wail.

“Doesn’t that feel good,” Mistress K whispered as she carefully fingered Goddess Z’s arsehole. “Don’t get too comfortable, I won’t be inside you long.” After a few seconds she pulled her finger out, lubed up the end of the thick metal anal hook and pushed it into Goddess Z’s puckered arsehole. It was tightened into place by pulling on the red rope, which was then knotted to hold it firmly in position. I could hear Goddess Z whimpering.

“Oh, is that not what you were hoping for? You wanted my fingers in your pussy and you’ve ended up with a cold metal hook in your ass. Now, bend forwards and push your ass out so that slave D can see what he’s missing out on. I’m also going to give you 10 harsh hits with my crop. I can’t wait to hear what noises you’re going to make for me when they bite your skin.”

Mistress K placed her left hand on Goddess Z’s trembling arse cheek, took a step back and administered a harsh smack with her crop. Goddess Z screamed in pain, the crop leaving a faint red mark on her skin. When she tried to pull her head forward to let out the scream her hair pulled the hook tighter inside her, a feeling I know very well. It acts as a cruel reminder that you’re at the mercy of the predicament you’ve been placed in.

She pulled the crop back again and inflicted four more quick and brutal strikes, all eliciting a loud and vocal reaction. Rather than waiting to let her settle Mistress K was unrelenting, continuing the other five strikes on the other arse cheek. By the end of the strict discipline that Mistress K dispensed, she let out an excited laugh and looked over at me.

“Look at how happy she’s making me, cuck. If only you could do this for me I wouldn’t need this beautiful slut to satisfy my urges. She can take more than you, in every way. Look at that gorgeous red colour that her arse is turning. It’s going to be even more red when I pound her pussy from behind with my huge cock. You know, the one you’ve not been able to take for me. Your poor little cock is no match for mine. That’s why it’s locked up in that tight, tiny chastity cage,” she mocked whilst playing with my cage key.

“Time for me to cool down and for her to get a treat,” she said grinning in my direction.

Looking around the room I spotted what I was looking for, the bottle of champagne I’d told slave D to open when he got through the front door. Condensation was running down the top of the glistening bottle back into the cool bag it was sat in. As I took the cold bottle out of the bag and sat on the bed I couldn’t help admiring the look on my toys face, a mix of anguish and delight.

Holding the bottle in my hand gave me an idea. I planned on teasing her with my wand massager, but I suddenly felt in the mood for something different. Something a little less giving and a lot more rewarding.

I took a sip directly from the bottle and looked again at the shackled toy standing meekly in my playroom. I’d thought many times about this moment since she admitted her desire to submit to another woman during our first meeting. So far this was not a disappointment. Time to up the intensity and see how serious she is about her willingness to serve me.

After a final sip of champagne, I held it in my mouth, put the bottle down and walked over to her. I pressed my lips against her and spurted cold sparkling fluid into her mouth, which she accepted willingly.

“Swallow,” I ordered after I’d pulled back from her.

“Thank you, Mistress K,” she responded, licking her lips.

I reached under the large bed and pulled out some plastic sheeting. I stretched it out so that it covered a reasonable area under and around one side of the bed.

“I’m going to take the hook out of your arse and release the chain from your collar. Once I’ve done both of these things you’re going to kneel on the sheet on the floor in front of the bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” With that confirmation I untied the knot in the red rope, slid the hook slowly out of her arse and dropped it on the floor. I unclipped the carabiner holding her collar to the hanging metal chain then helped her get onto her knees and shuffle to the position I wanted her in front of my bed.

With the bottle in one hand I unclipped my stockings with the other, looking down at my desperate toy. She looked so innocent kneeling in front of me, but I noticed where a few tears had trickled down her face. Yum. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

I positioned the cold bottle carefully on the floor, rose to stand up tall above my toy, then used both hands to remove my underwear, allowing it to drop down around my ankles. Lifting up one of my heels I let the wet underwear dangle from my ankle in front of my toys face.

“Go on. Bite down on it. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to taste how wet you’ve made me.” She craned her neck and took them in her mouth, biting down to keep them there. The spot lighting overhead perfectly illuminated her face. Two perfect streaks starting just below her eyes ran down her cheeks. She was centre stage for the show that would follow and I love audience participation.

As I sat back down on the smooth latex bed sheets I hoisted the bottom of my corselette up but kept my knees together. I purposefully lowered my ample chest down so that my toy could see my tits slightly spilling out of the tight latex outfit.

Snatching the bottle from the floor I raised back up and, very slowly, parted my knees as I took another drink. Only this time I intentionally missed my mouth letting the bubbly fluid flow down my chin and between my tits. My toy didn’t notice. She was instead intently focused looking between my spread legs, my well groomed vulva now perfectly in view.

“Come closer. Stick your tongue out and put the tip as close to my clit as you can without touching it. If you do touch me without permission I’ll punish you again. I won’t go quite so easy on you this time though,” I said with a wink. She shuffled closer, the metal chains singing to me as she moved and the sweet sounds of bondage and submission serenading the room. With her neck stretched forwards she parted her moist lips and pushed out her tongue paying very careful attention not to touch me.

I arched my back and raised my hips. With the bottle still in my hand I placed the opening just below my chest.

“Are you ready? I want you to lap up every drop for me. You have my permission to flick your tongue over my pussy if it gets soaked.” With that I tipped the bottle and fizzing liquid cascaded down my latex body, over my vulva and onto the plastic sheet on the floor.

This was torture. From my restrained vantage point I had a perfect view of Goddess Z lapping her tongue over Mistress K’s pussy, the champagne trickling evenly down her body and her excited submissive licked at everything she was given. Her tongue swirled majestically, the huge grin on Mistress K’s face telling me that she was loving every second. When the champagne bottle ran dry neither of them seemed to notice or care.

“Fuck. I wish you went down on me this well, slave D. She’s putting you to shame. If she’s this good I’m very tempted to leave you locked in your cage for much longer. Why give you the pleasure and privilege of having my hand on your cock if you’re not able to give me something this good in return. No, it’ll make me much happier knowing that your little cock is securely locked.” Hearing this seemed to thrill Goddess Z, her head undulating rhythmically as the tip of her tongue flicked faster between my keyholders' labia.

With me nodding helplessly in reply and wishing it was me in Goddess Z’s place my Mistress stretched out her hand and took control over her submissive’s head. She held her head in place and started to grind on her tongue, slowly to begin with, then speeding up until her hips were a blur of frenzied lust.

The delicious pain was almost immediate as my cock desperately tried to get hard. The sturdy plastic prison locked between my legs quickly put a stop to any attempt my cock made to demonstrate how aroused I was in that moment, though it certainly didn’t stop me from trying. My face on the other hand had no such issue, my smile visible despite the presence of the ball gag in my mouth.

“You fucking love it don’t you slave D? You love seeing me fuck her tongue and getting off, using her to make me cum.” Her hips trembled and beads of sweat flew off her hair as she flicked it back to keep it out of her face. A face that screamed pure joy and ecstasy as, with her toy back to lapping hypnotically over her clit, my gyrating dominant cried out with glee.

“Such a shame that your hands aren’t free. I’d have you put a few fingers inside me right now. Curling your fingers while you lick me.”

After that outburst she suddenly pulled Goddess Z’s head away from her, stood up and walked towards me. She reached around my head, released the gag from my mouth and stood back.

“Stick your tongue out. Lick them clean,” she ordered as she raised her heeled foot up to my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the smooth, shiny heels to clean every drop of champagne from them. Holding on to the set of drawers next to her, my Mistress balanced with the poise of a ballerina, her leg stretched out for me to perform my task. Her ankle twisted slowly so that I could wrap my tongue around the surface of her heel, my blurred reflection in the material reminding me of my owned and collared position.

Just as quickly as I was honoured with Mistress K’s heel it was taken away. The moment her heel touched the carpeted floor she lifted the gag, which was hanging around my neck, and forced it back into my mouth.

“Good boy. It’s such a shame that you’re locked. I’m craving the feeling of a hard, throbbing cock inside me right now. I could reach down and use this key between my tits to take it off. You’d get rock hard as soon as I took the cage off wouldn't you? Ready to fuck me hard until I orgasm.”

Could she be thinking about releasing me? Would I really get the chance to serve Mistress K by having sex with her? It didn’t take long to find out.

I felt a warm hand cupping my balls then heard fingernails tapping on my locked chastity cage. Her touch was loving and delicate. The intoxicating smell of latex permeated the air as she got closer to me. I never fail to be mesmerised by her confidence and beauty. Each time she speaks I’m putty in her hands, willing to do whatever she desires. Always ready to push myself to please her.

Mistress K leaned in pressing her forehead against mine. She started to breathe deeply, letting out a few moans that sent my heart racing. Her hand started to move back and forth on my cage. I looked down to see her hand between her legs fingering herself. The pace of her breathing increased and with it came further straining pain between my legs. My cock was desperate to break out of the cage and provide an erection that would bring her further pleasure.

In an instant everything stopped. She pulled her head and hand away.

“Get up from your knees and stand next to the bed,” she commanded, looking into my eyes. I tried to get up, but her hand quickly gripped my shoulder forcing me to stay down.

“No, not you. If I let you out of your cage you’ll spurt in seconds. What use is that to me?” With that she turned her head to Goddess Z and repeated her request. My heart sank, but it quickly started to race again once I realised what was about to happen.

The jangling of chains beside me was a good reminder of how restrained my toy was. That sound always gets me. Knowing that my play thing is locked in bondage. That I can do things with her and there’s very little she can do to stop it. That trust gets me wet.

I helped her to her feet, her naked body shimmering under a spotlight. Once stable and balancing comfortably in her heels I returned once again to my drawers full of toys. On this visit I knew exactly what I was looking for. It didn’t take me long to find it.

I’d thought long and hard about this moment countless times. How much I’d love to spread her legs, tease her with my tongue and fingers until she’s dripping wet then fuck her with my favourite cock. I’ve woken up from deviant dreams with my legs shaking, the surface of my sheets topped with what looks like a morning dew and my chest flushed. Thinking about this very moment. Fantasising when I sink my rubber cock into slave D’s ass, imagining that it’s my new toy instead. Seeing my thick cock getting sucked into her tight hole, making her squeal as I plunge it deeper inside her.

Slave D has never seen another woman fucking me. Today was going to be that day, but it wasn’t what he’d likely envisaged.

I pulled out a silicone strap-on harness from the black drawer and fitted it around my toy's hips, tightening the straps so that it was nice and secure. Next up I took one of the dildos I’d thrown onto the bed earlier and fitted it into the harness. The smooth, soft rubber cock hung invitingly between her legs. I wanted to throw her down onto the floor, mount her and ride that cock in front of them both. No, I had other ideas.

I ripped open a condom wrapper with my teeth and rolled it onto her cock. Squirting a viscous river of lube into my hand elicited an excited squeak from my toy. Our eyes locked and I caressed her cock making sure that it was completely saturated. I leant into her ear and whispered some instructions so that slave D couldn’t hear me.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Goddess Z was going to have sex with my vivacious Mistress and I had a front row seat.

Mistress K whispered into her submissive’s ear and she knelt down on the floor, her chains jangling as they scraped across the floor. This was really going to happen. I suddenly felt spit dripping down my chin onto my covered chest.

“Are you getting excited at the thought of seeing me getting fucked by my toy here, cuck? I can’t imagine how difficult this is going to be for my cock locked in that cage. Seeing her cock fuck my pussy. Something you could only dream of doing after all this time I’ve had you locked.”

The last time I’d had anything close to penetrative sex with Mistress K was over a month ago. She made me lie on the bed, put a dildo gag in my mouth and a strap-on harness over my locked cock. She lowered herself onto my face and sucked on the strap-on dildo as she rode me.

Mistress K got down onto her knees right in front of me on the floor.

“Come here,” she ordered her sub, who then shuffled on her knees directly behind my Mistress. Mistress K put one hand between her legs, positioned the rubber cock and pushed backwards so that it slipped effortlessly between her legs into her vagina. She exhaled deeply, which sent a shudder through my whole body when I felt her warm breath on my caged cock.

Goddess Z didn’t move an inch. She was fixed in position, acting only as a mannequin. Her sole responsibility to keep her cock exactly where Mistress K wanted it.

“How does it feel seeing her cock give me more pleasure than your tiny little dick has in a year? Fuck it feels so good inside me. It’s so big and thick. I can feel it stretching me. Not like your cock. That’s why I keep it caged,” she said with a smile.

Seeing that smile beam across her face melted me. My heart raced with joy knowing that she was being satisfied taking every inch of her cock. She steadily picked up the pace, her round arse bouncing rhythmically against Goddess Z’s hips.

From my upright vantage point I could see Mistress K’s latex-clad tits swaying back and forth every time she bounced on the rubber cock. As her arse hit her service toy’s hips the submissive moaned with dissatisfaction, the look on her face not so subtly conveying how frustrated she was at not being able to thrust forwards and fuck my Mistress harder. I didn’t need to imagine how frustrated she felt as my swollen cock, locked firmly in the plastic cock prison, sent a clear message to my spinning brain.

“I was going to blindfold you so you could only listen to how good this feels,” she said looking up at me, the look in her eyes telling a story each time she thrust back onto the dildo. Her eyes flickered and rolled, her pussy filling completely with every rocking movement.

“But I wanted you to see for yourself what a real cock can do for me. It’s a look I want to see on your face when I get a real man in here to fuck your ass. Who knows, maybe I’ll get Goddess Z back to top you and ass fuck you while I watch. I could hold your leash and pull your whore mouth down on my cock to fill both of your gaping holes at the same time.” I nodded desperately, trying to project how much I wanted that.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted and put one of her hands between her legs to circle over her clit. As she built herself up to climax, Mistress K stretched out her tongue and licked the tip of my caged cock. Seconds later she began to shake uncontrollably, an eruption of orgasmic electricity, detonating in pulsating bursts. Her chest reddened, her knees wobbled momentarily and the fingers on her outstretched hand curled to grip the carpet. She stopped moving, then flicked her hair back and looked up at me.

“Be very careful what you wish for, cuck. I honestly can’t think of any reason to release you from your cage ever again. Locking your cock permanently is the only thing that makes sense right now,” she said with a laugh, her now slippery wet finger playing with the cage key that hung down from her necklace.

“Now, it’s time for you to see what you’re going to be without, up close.” I thought she meant it was time to release me from my cage, jerk me off with my arse in the air and make me cum over my face. Mistress K had done this to me many times, most of which resulted in a ruined orgasm and being made to swallow my own cum.

What actually happened next hadn’t even entered into my wildest dreams.

WHAT'S HAPPENING?! Don't panic, the finale is written and ready for you to enjoy (or horribly tease you if you're currently caged) right now.

Check out part four of that wet summer night, the end of the story. Have I kept the best till last? I like to think so.