Now she was back. I imagined I heard decisiveness in her step. What had been discussed? How much control had Elena ceded? What new humiliation could I look forward to?
Mistress Cecilia tapped the toe of her Prada stiletto on the floor next to my head. I remained crouched at her feet, reluctant to face her; excited by her new authority over me.
“Too bad you can’t actually pee for me,” she said. “By the way, that bathroom needs cleaning sub. I’m surprised you haven’t taken care of that yet. Does your Domme have to tell you to do everything?”
Bathroom? She had simply used the bathroom and now she was back. No important consultation about my future had transpired. Elena was probably out someplace for all I knew.
Wow. How self-absorbed can you get? But that’s the nature of it, isn’t it, this bewitching pursuit of sexual pleasure. That’s one of the reasons why it’s so overwhelming. The emotional intensity combined with the consistent pervasion of sex hormones is incredibly enthralling. Prudence and sound judgement are banished from existence, and the logic of an erect cock takes command.
“Stand. Let’s see how you’ve been reacting since I’ve been gone.” Her voice carried a tinge of irony, as if it was inevitable that she would return to find a hard cock, even after a break.
I stood up to prove her wrong. But she unlocked my cage and pulled it off. In seconds, she turned my flaccid cock into a seven-inch long solid wood carving of itself.
“Don’t waste time imagining you have a choice about this, sub. That thing between your legs hasn’t belonged to you for quite awhile now. It will get hard or go soft whenever I tell it to. All I need you to be is conscious.” Mistress Cecilia kept her hands moving back and forth along the inflexible shaft of my cock while she spoke.
“This is a technique I learned in a workshop last week. Grunt if you like it.” I couldn’t not grunt. “It’s very effective if you haven’t been allowed to cum for a while, isn’t it?” I grunted. “Three days huh? Well now that you have taken the edge off, let’s see if you can cum a second time. Maybe you should be forced to catch up, my poor deprived sub.” She smiled again, not unpleasantly but not warm and friendly either.
“I know you think you’re done, but I bet I can make you cum twice more to make up for the terrible neglect you suffered at the hands of your Mistress.” She placed both hands on my chest and pushed me onto my back. “Grab your ankles with your hands and stay on your back.”
I gave her the complete access she wanted. My genitals and ass were on display and begging to be used. As though she had been anticipating this moment, Mistress Cecilia produced wrist and ankle restraints from her bag of tricks. Within minutes my ankles were clipped to my wrists and my legs were spread.
“I’m going to use punishment as a teaching opportunity. I called Lena on her cell when I was in the bathroom and asked her to pick up one more item I need for your education. She’s back now.” Elena walked into the room carrying an adjustable spreader bar.
“Set the length at three feet, dear. That should give us plenty of access.” Once my ankles and wrists were shackled at either end of the spreader, the women stood over me. Mistress Cecilia offered to show Elena the new technique she had learned.
Mistress grabbed my erection to steady her balance as she squatted between my knees and shoved two lubed fingers up my ass. Elena held the spreader bar still and I stopped shifting around as Mistress Cecilia searched for my prostate.
“Watch how my fingers and my hand work together. Once I find his prostate; there, see how his face flushes and his nipples harden? My other hand keeps the pace steadily increasing on his shaft, see?”
“Now you do him. He expects to not be able to cum again so soon. But he can. It will be excruciating, but he can probably cum three or even four times before he is drained.”
“Make him sorry he disobeyed you Elena. Make him cum a second and a third time to make up for the three days he thinks are owed him. Drain him. Then we will put him back in his cage where he won’t have to worry about his lack of willpower anymore.”
Elena eased two fingers into my over-lubed asshole and simultaneously took over milking my shaft. I sobbed.
“Please Elena, please Ma’am! My cock aches. I can’t cum again so soon. I’m so sorry I edged myself that first day Ma’am. I’ll do better Ma’am I promise! Please don’t milk me again so soon!”
“Who’s in charge Elena?” Mistress Cecilia said quietly. I felt Elena’s hand let go. Mistress Cecilia straddled me and held the spreader bar steady. I stared up her skirt at her naked ass and pussy while Elena slid three fingers into me. I had expected her to release me. But while Mistress Cecilia held me in place, Elena milked me for the second time. Elena was a quick learner and her technique was flawless.
Using the spreader bar for balance, Mistress Cecilia squatted over my face and I performed for her. I lapped her black pussy while Elena drained the semen from me.
“That must be all. Only a dribble came out this time when he came.” Elena slapped my cock and stood up. “Thanks for the push,” she said, “I almost fell for it.” Mistress Cecilia grinned.
“I knew you’d make the right choice Elena. Subs need to atone for their sins or they think they can get away with disobedience. I would have made sure he recognized his error in any case,” she smiled. “But his punishment is better coming from you.”
“Help me reorient him on his knees and elbows. He’s probably done but let’s make sure.” Mistress winked at Elena and they rolled me onto my stomach. The spreader bar ensured my ass was raised high and my legs remained splayed apart while the side of my face was pressed into the floor.
“Oh my god! Please! Please Mistress not again. I can’t!” I was desperate. They ignored me; just a whining sub trying to dodge his obligations.
“For you this is more a test of resolve, isn’t it Elena? Do you cave in to his begging or do what is necessary to shape him into a better submissive? Who is leading? The whining sub or the woman in charge?” They locked eyes for a moment. “Congratulations Mistress Elena.”
From then on I addressed them both as Mistress.
Mistress Cecilia slid three fingers into my lubricated rectum while Mistress Elena pulled down on my balls to access my surprisingly stiff erection. A few sharp slaps followed by some gentle stroking ensured my cock was as hard as possible.
While Mistress Celina gave me a spanking and ass-fucked me with her fingers, Mistress Elena milked the last vestige of cum out of my aching cock. I trembled and sobbed for her as my body convulsed in a third orgasm.
“That’s it. No discharge. He’s dry.” Mistress Elena squeezed my balls just in case. “Never question my authority again sub. Who decides when you cum?”
“You decide Mistress Elena. I am grateful for your attention Mistress.”
“Correct response sub.”
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