A new Mistress Pt. 06 – (The Weekend – Saturday)

Literotic asexstories – A new Mistress Pt. 06 – (The Weekend – Saturday) by Maverick_9,Maverick_9
Part six is split into three parts that cover a weekend of servitude with my new Mistress. This part is for day two (Saturday)

Saturday

After a fantastic Friday with my wife followed by Mistress Lizzie I was looking forward to the next instalment, i.e. day two of my weekend as slave. My wife had given me away to Mistress Lizzie for a weekend of ownership and debauchery and to do whatever she so wished. Friday 6pm — Sunday 6pm.

Day one saw me give a massage, run errands, make dinner,provide orgasms and sadly, wear a cock-cage.

My alarm was set for 7.30am, after switching it off I began thinking of the night before when Mistress Lizzie was shoving two fingers in and out of my arse while slowly wanking me. My cock began to stir but it didn’t grow too big. I forgot about the cage that was fitted prior to bedtime. Drat. I was feeling so horny and wanted to wank. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is what I wanted though so I had to take the rough with the slavery!

I took my mind off my cock and checked emails and various social media before throwing back the duvet. I stopped at the kitchen on my way to have a shower to fill the coffee machine and ensure there were enough beans. I showered but made sure I was clean shaven — my head, face, cock, balls and arse. Returning to my room, it was time to check out the outfit laid hanging in the wardrobe. I opened the doors with fear and trepidation.

Fuck sake. No. For the love of God. I genuinely laughed out loud.

A maid’s outfit with stockings and suspenders. It even had a little hat. There was also a bag lying at the bottom of the wardrobe, I was dreading what was inside. Another fuck sake — a pair of size 10 high heels.

Well, if this is what I signed up for this is what happens. If anything, it’ll be a laugh.

After drying and spraying some deodorant, I donned the outfit and had a look at myself in a long mirror. I could only smile at myself. I looked like a prick. Ah well.

I took one step and fell over. How the fuck do women wear high heels. I mean, seriously, this is dangerous. I walked round the room to acclimatise to the heels. I continually fell over, and my calves were killing me. What have I let myself in for?

The shoes were removed until I needed to put them on. I was able to wander round the house comfortably checking everything was tidy and clean. Satisfied everything was ok, I headed to the kitchen to make a coffee for Mistress. Once made, I put on the ridiculously high heeled shoes and, at exactly 9 o’clock, I knocked on the bedroom door and entered. She was already sitting up with her laptop open.

“Good morning Mistress, I have your coffee.”

She started laughing.

“That outfit suits you wimp. You look stupid but quite cute at the same time.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Before I have my coffee, I need you to perform your duty.”

“What duty is that Mistress,” I asked intrigued.

“My toilet,” if you must ask. “Take yourself into the bathroom and lie in the bath, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I left the room giddy. Now, this is what I signed up for. Being degraded and treated exactly like this.

Climbing into the bath, I was suddenly worried and concerned about my new outfit being soaked. This scenario was incredibly surreal and funny. Why on earth was I worried about a maid outfit being covered in piss?!

Mistress appeared with something in her hand. It wasn’t till she climbed into the bath I figured out what it was — a clear plastic funnel with extending tube.

“Open your mouth, hold this in your teeth.”

She shoved the end of the tube into my mouth. I gagged but Mistress just laughed. “Oops,” she said, “you’ll need to get better at that.” She pulled it out far enough for me so I could breathe, and swallow then told me to bite on the end.

“If I see one drop leave your mouth there will be hell to pay. Understand slave?”

I released the tube from my mouth to answer, “Yes Mistress, I understand.” I replaced the tube making it more comfortable.

“Excellent my little toilet slave, get ready.”

She crouched down then let go. Piss hit the back of my throat like I was being waterboarded. I struggled to swallow and, no matter how much I tried, I struggled to swallow it all and, take a breath at the same time. It tasted a lot more bitter than when cleaning Mistress the night before. There was no way I could drink quick enough; It was pouring out the sides of my mouth, I think Mistress knew exactly what she was doing. Punishment was on the way.

Before it ran out, she directed the stream of piss over my body soaking my pretty dress in the process.

When finished, she stood up straight and stepped out of the bath. She wiped herself clean then turned to me lying on my back in a pool of urine.

“I want to see it all cleaned up toilet. Turn round and start slurping.”

I turned myself around in the bath and began cleaning what was left. While slurping and licking, Mistress lifted the toilet lid and sat down. I heard a splash in the toilet. I couldn’t believe she was doing shitting right next to me. Out the corner of my eye I saw her reach for some toilet paper and clean herself. She must have been clean as she only wiped once. She stood up and looked at me in the bath.

“Get up slave, time for your punishment. Dry off and meet me in the bedroom.”

I quickly wiped myself dry and headed to the bedroom where I was met with the sight of Mistress on all fours with her arse in the air. Her knees were separated displaying her pussy and arse.

“I’m here Mistress.”

“Right slave, punishment time. I like to start the day with an orgasm using my vibrator, but I also like my arse being rimmed. Get to it and get your tongue deep in my arse.”

“But Miss…..” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

“Do you want to go home you little prick?”

“No Mistress.”

“Well, get rimming. I am turned on now and want to come.”

“Okay Mistress but can I take off this wet maid’s outfit?”

“Is it covered in my piss?” she asked chuckling.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Well, no then. Keep it on. You can smell that as well while you are pleasuring me.”

I stepped forward and kneeled up onto the bed, got myself comfy and leaned forward towards the puckered arsehole. The closer I got the muskier the smell was. I didn’t know what taste to expect and was grimacing with the dread of it being overpowering and disgusting. I stuck out my tongue and began licking all around the hole. It wasn’t that bad.

“Make sure you get your tongue right in there.” Mistress ordered. “In fact, wait a minute.”

Like last night, Mistress opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet. She leaned her hand back giving me the bottle of poppers. “Here, take these. Get a good sniff.”

As I opened the small bottle to take a sniff, I heard that familiar buzzing sound again. From behind I could see her hand reach back underneath to rest the vibrator against her clit. The poppers gave my head that familiar sudden rush but made me feel incredibly turned on. I buried my face into her arse and began rimming again.

She must have been pretty clean from her earlier shit as I was dreading her hole being covered in a brown mess, but it most definitely wasn’t, it was just a strong musky odour with a slightly earthy bitter taste. My tongue darted in and out of her hole and flicked around the edges. The buzzing below my chin was now being drowned out by the moaning at the top of the bed. What a turn on. Even I was beginning to moan.

I pulled my head away for a few seconds to sniff more poppers and then went straight back to my task. The feeling this time was better than the last and really got me going. My tongue was working hard and fucking her hole like a small cock. My own cock was straining against the cage. I completely forgot about my predicament until the pain started.

Her moaning was suddenly louder. This got me going even more. I grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart making her hole gape and gave me more access to push my tongue deeper.

“I’m coming slave, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Her body began shaking then slumped flat onto the bed. She lay motionless with one arm trapped below her and a discarded vibrator buzzing away. I lifted it, pressed the off button and stood up waiting for my next instruction.

She turned around slowly and for the first time could sense a thawing. I doubted it would last.

“Mmmmm, thanks slave, that was fucking brilliant. You should insure that tongue of yours, that’s one talented piece of equipment. Your wife is a lucky woman.”

Chuckling I said, “thank you Mistress, appreciate the compliment.”

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress, thank you. You tasted fantastic.”

“Not much of a punishment if you enjoyed it, I might need to think of another one.”

Fuck. What had I said. Idiot.

“Right, your orders for the morning. I am going for a snooze now that you’ve tired me out. Make sure my vibrator is clean and make sure you are clean, have another shower and wash that piss-stained outfit. Let it dry in your room, I’ll find you something else when I am up. Make sure the kitchen and living room are clean and tidy as well, okay?”

“Yes Mistress, will I keep this cock cage on whilst showering?”

“Ha ha, yes, of course, you might be wearing that until it’s time to go home. Now, leave me be, wake me in an hour with another coffee. We will sort something to eat when I am up and showered.”

“Okay Mistress. Sleep well.”

I took a blanket from the chair in the corner and placed it over Mistress then left to carry out my duties. After an hour when I had showered, cleaned up and put the maid’s outfit in the washing machine it was time to make a coffee. The shower proved difficult especially when I couldn’t wash or dry my cock fully. A new experience for me.

I was unsure what to wear and I could find no new instructions, so I put on a pair of clean panties my wife had given me. Did she know I would need several pairs? Hmmm, I thought.

I knocked on the bedroom door gently and entered. Like this morning, she was already sitting up but this time using her phone. I placed the coffee down next to her and took up my usual position on my knees.

“Are you enjoying your visit slave?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you.”

“We might push some of your boundaries later, do you remember what you agreed on your checklist and what things you ticked of what you will try?”

“Vaguely Mistress.”

“Do you not think that is an important part of our relationship, do you remember our first ever meeting and the conversation we had around your limits?”

“I do Mistress, yes but just can’t recall everything on the BDSM checklist but I trust I am in capable hands.”

“Oh, that you are slave, very capable hands. Always remember you have a safe word but, and it is a big but, whatever is happening will stop immediately but you will forfeit, and a punishment will be attached, do you remember that conversation?”

“Yes Mistress, I do.”

“Good boy. Now, the time is 12.20, we shall be heading out later to a party and having a few drinks. Well, I will be drinking, you will be driving. I need to have a shower, do my hair, make-up and the like. You have some time to kill until I am ready. Your task is to head downstairs in your current attire and do whatever Nancy or Natalie order. They know you are coming; you will be returned when they are finished with you. Ok?”

“Ok Mistress, thank you.”

Holding out her hand, she said, “before you go, take this.”

It was a slightly orange coloured pill. I knew exactly what it was. Like the effects of a Viagra, this one was called Cialis. I have taken one previously so know that it can last up to 36 hours. I swallowed it willingly.

Highness Natalie was the dominant female I met on my first ever visit to Mistress Lizzie’s house and then found out she lived downstairs where I was previously subjected to humiliation and sucking a black cock. Lady Nancy was an elderly lady who still has a passion for all things sex.

“Off you go.”

I rose to my feet and headed to the front door.

“Slave, before you go, take these keys, they are for your chastity cage. They are only if either of them wants or need your cock.”

“Thanks Mistress.”

My excitement suddenly piqued. I might be able to come. They might make me wank over myself or fuck them or better still, give me a blow job. I had all sorts of exciting visions while walking downstairs. I headed to Lady Nancy’s first, knocked and dropped to my knees waiting.

The door opened to a vision of Lady Nancy wearing a large white cotton nightdress. Her hair was unkempt, and her face told me she had just woken up.

“Ahh, slave-cunt, come in. Welcome back.”

As I was rising to my feet, Nancy scolded me. “Eh, excuse me, where do you think you are going, crawl, no walking.”

“Yes Lady Nancy.”

I followed her inside. I wasn’t surprised when she headed straight to her bedroom.

The only light was from a small bedside lamp, the bedcovers were disheveled, and the bed was showing signs of use. Lady Nancy turned to sit on the bed.

“Stand up and let me have a look at you naked, take those panties off.”

As I stood up Nancy asked if brought the key for my cock cage? I held it out for her, but she declined.

“No, you remove it, my hands are sore with arthritis, I’ll never manage.”

I released the cage quickly then put it, the lock, and key on the bedroom unit. She held out her hand with what looked like a large metal curtain ring. “Put this on, over your cock and balls please.”

It was a silver stainless steel cock-ring roughly 2″ or so in diameter. From one cock contraption to another I thought, just my luck. And why did an old lady have something like this!

I pushed my cock through the hoop then manhandled my balls through as well. It was a tight fit. I adjusted myself for comfort, but must admit, it felt good and made my cock and balls protrude and look a lot prouder than usual. I laughed inside, I just wanted to admire myself in a mirror or lie wanking.

Nancy immediately reached for my cock and held it gently.

“Come closer with that.”

I shuffled closer. Lady Nancy who was still holding onto my limp cock put it in her mouth and began suckling and flicking it with her tongue. My cock didn’t stay limp for long and began to grow. She never dropped it from her mouth once despite it becoming rock hard — she was obviously experienced and knew how to deep throat as she dealt with my length easily. With the blood flowing into my cock, the metal ring made the veins bulge and knew it would hold my erection in place and stop me from coming quickly.

She put a hand on my arse and pulled me even closer while her other hand reached for my balls.

This was fucking fantastic is all I could think. My eyes were closed loving every second. Then it stopped.

“Right my little sissy, enough of this nonsense, I hadn’t tasted a cock in a while, I just fancied a bit. Now that you are hard though I want you to fuck me. I loved being fucked while I play with myself.

I couldn’t believe my luck. “Yes, Lady Nancy, I’d love to help.” I loved watching my wife play and rub herself during sex. Such a turn on.

She moved up the bed and lay against the upright cushions, pulled her nightdress up to reveal her hairy grey pussy that I remember oh so well, opened her legs and said, “fuck me.”

I climbed in between and knelt in a position where she could reach her clit, then placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly shuffled my knees forward bit by bit pushing my cock inside her gradually.

“You fucking tease,” she said, “that’s fucking good. I’ve not had a good hard cock in my cunt for ages.”

Fucking hell I thought, her language was a turn on.

My two hands grabbed the back of her thighs tight, then I lunged forward pushing my cock in as deep as I could. “Ahhhhhhhh, that’s fucking good, fuck me you cunt.” I rocked my hips furiously and fucked her as hard as I could. My cock was hard as ever due the tight metal ring and being incredibly turned-on.

I eventually slowed and teased her by pushing my cock in and out the entrance of her pussy.

“That’s it, keep going like that till I tell you to stop.”

Her hand reached down to her clit and began rubbing furiously while I continued teasing the edge her pussy with my bursting veiny cock. She didn’t last long. As she began to orgasm, I plunged my cock deep into her and held it there while her body shook, and she screamed loudly.

I waited till she was in a more relaxed state, withdrew and stood up.

“I hope that was ok Lady Nancy?”

“That was good slave, you are not a bad fuck. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome my Lady. Can I do anything else for you?”

“No, my time is up, you need to go next door to see Natalie now. Remind me what you need to call her?”

“Highness,” I replied.

“Of course. Thanks for the orgasm, lift your cock cage, panties and fuck off,” she said smiling.

I laughed and said, “lovely to see you Lady Nancy, thank you for allowing me to fuck you.”

She obviously liked my words as she gave me a nice smile and said, “bye slave.”

I lifted my cock cage, and panties then left her flat with a semi-hard cock that just wouldn’t disappear.

As the flat door closed behind me, I took a minute to come to terms with what was happening and what just happened. That was bloody incredible.

I then found myself standing naked in the ground floor hallway of a block of flats wearing a semi-erect cock encased with a metal ring and a cock-cage and female panties in my hand. I laughed — what has my life become?!

Walking nervously across the hallway, I took my usual position and knocked on the door. This should be fun I thought. Lady Nancy was great, I bet Highness Natalie is great as well.

The door opened. Standing in front of me was the gorgeous and bohemian Highness Natalie. She looked extremely sexy with an air of dominance wearing a black leather corset, thigh length boots and stockings peeking over the top of them.

“Get in here you little cunt.”

I stood up to enter and suddenly got a hard punch to the chest.

“Down on your knees you stupid cunt, who said you could stand up. You’re supposed to crawl, know your fucking place.”

With that outburst, my positive and enjoyable feelings suddenly changed. I won’t say there was a power shift, but Natalie was definitely more assertive and dominant than Nancy. Still, that’s what I’m here for.

As I crawled past Natalie, I heard the flat door close behind me.

“Into the room on the right cunt.”

Despite being in the flat a few weeks before, this was a room I didn’t even notice but then, why would I, it was just a room with a closed door. But what I witnessed when I opened the door and crawl in was enough to make the strongest of men take a deep breath.

The room looked like a dungeon of terror. The walls were black, the ceiling red and the floor had cold white tiles giving it a clinical look. I knew they were cold as I was crawling across them! Behind the door was a stand-alone unit with metal shelves and held various stainless-steel devices. The wall on the left had several shelves with a multitude of implements including clamps, ropes, dildo’s, vibrators and all types of strange implements. The wall on the right had a St Andrews cross with cuffs at each corner and various lashes, whips and canes surrounding it. The piece de resistance was in the middle of the room — it looked like a small 4-poster bed in style but was actually a contraption for different types of torture/fun with four metal legs attached to floor and ceiling with several ropes and pulleys.

My room viewing was abruptly halted when Natalie told me to stand up. When on my feet, Natalie took the panties and cock cage from my hand. She threw the panties in to a corner of the room then bent down to take a hold of my semi-erect cock. I expected her to remove the tight metal ring but instead, she forced the base of the cage over my cock and balls to sit on top of the ring. I knew she would struggle to fit my cock into the cage in its current state but that didn’t stop her. Her first attempt was a struggle as she was unable to snap shut and lock the cage to the base. A hard flick to the head of my cock caused me to wince and double over but it did the trick, it shrank enough to allow the cage to snap into place. It was still bloody painful as my cock was squeezed into a device that was too small for it.

“Right cunt, stand still.”

She handed me a black leather hood, “put this on.”

In my previous submissive life, I enjoyed wearing certain types of clothing or leather gear as it added to the fun and felt good. The hood slipped easily over my head. Natalie (standing behind me) pulled on the laces at the back of the hood to tightly encase my head. I was plunged into complete darkness and my hearing diminished. A collar was then fastened tight around my neck.

With a change in senses of no sight and limited hearing my nerves suddenly heightened. There were noises coming from different parts of the room. I had no idea what was going on now.

Something snapped shut at my neck then my head was suddenly yanked forward. A leash must have been attached to the collar. My hands immediately reached out to stop myself from bumping into anything, but I was clutching at fresh air.

Laughing, Highness Natalie said, “you silly looking cunt, there’s nothing there, just move when I pull, ok?”

“Yes Highness Natalie.”

“Good little cunt aren’t you, you remembered what to call me, that might go in your favour.”

In my favour? What did that mean. I chuckled inside (through nerves probably), hopefully nothing, but then again….

I snapped out of my thoughts with another pull to my collar.

After several steps, Natalie told me to stop.

More noise and movement then…… silence. I think Natalie had left the room. With no sounds, I was unaware of what the fuck was happening. It was disconcerting and made me nervous. Being honest though, these nerves were good, these are the nerves I wanted to experience. Submission of power to another and giving that person the opportunity to use me and do as they please.

I heard her behind me obviously returning to the room. Then the door click shut. While the floor tiles were cold, the room was warm. You notice these things when naked!

Natalie was right beside me and I could now tell why she had left the room. My right nipple was being rubbed with an ice cube. A few seconds after making my nipple erect, the ice moved across to the left one. As Natalie began moving the cube around, my right nipple plunged into pain. Her fingers were squeezing it tight and twisting hard. I love nipple play but usually with a hard cock and having fun on my own or with the wife, but this was different. This was real fucking pain. The ice cube was removed from my left nipple and an equal amount of pain followed. I could feel them both tingling.

Thank God that’s over I thought as Natalie moved away from me. But she was right beside me again. Ten seconds later the pain hit. A sudden tightness meant some form of attachment to my nipples, they felt like clamps. It was instant pain and I’m not ashamed to admit I let out a ‘fucking hell.’ I could hear Natalie chuckling.

“Hold your hands out cunt.”

Natalie grabbed both wrists and began pulling me forward. Having no sight or knowledge of what was at my feet or where I was going, I shuffled to where I was being led. My knees bumped into something.

“Right cunt, lie down flat on your stomach, you might need to take a step back.”

I felt around in front of me to figure out the distance and height of where I should lie down. From what I noticed on entering the room, it looked like a small massage table, so I had a good image in my head. I lay down but it felt awkward as I couldn’t lie on my nipples due to the clamps. This meant my upper body was hanging off the end with my legs angled and toes touching the floor. Arms hanging down at each side, I could touch the floor with my fingers.

“That’ll do, let me do my thing now and keep fucking quiet.”

In my head, I suddenly realised it was Saturday afternoon and here I was lying naked and blindfolded across some leather bed with tight clamps on my nipples and this, after seeing to Mistress Lizzie then Lady Nancy. I also now knew why Lizzie had given me a long time away from the flat. All three of them must be in cahoots.

I could feel Natalie behind me standing between my legs. She took the weight of my lower leg and lifted it along with a leg support. It clicked into place. She repeated this with my other leg meaning my body was now horizontal and feet hanging over the edge of the supports at my ankle. I still hand my fingers touching the floor to support my upper body.

There was noise beside me, in front of me and above me. She was doing something with the leather hood, but I couldn’t figure out what until my head started to lift. It was good as it took the weight off my neck, but she was obviously using some type of pulley system to pull my head up to the point I was facing forward. It wasn’t a great position to be in but at least my head was now supported from above.

“How does that feel cunt?”

“Fine thank you Highness.”

“Remember me you have a safe word cunt but if you use it, well, just see what happens. Always remember, you wanted this.”

“Thank you, Highness, I’ll try not to use it. In fact, I won’t.”

Laughing loudly, I heard Natalie say, “we’ll see, we’ll see.”

I could sense Natalie below me now. The clamps on my nipples began to tug with something attached to them. I just hoped it wasn’t weights as I didn’t fancy that at all. Strangely, my hood was tugged upwards at the same time as the movement around my nipples. There were clicks and a snapping sound, but I just couldn’t figure out what was going on.

“Right cunt, do not speak when I ask you some questions, just nod or shake your head. Understand?”

I nodded vigorously to let Highness Natalie know I was playing ball and understood her order however, as my head dropped down, there was a sudden pulling and stinging pain on both nipples. Some type of pulley system had obviously been attached to the clamps and hood alike. As my head dipped down, the pulley system pulled my nipples tight and upwards; Fuck, I thought.

I let out a wince as my head dropped. I heard Natalie laughing loudly.

“I don’t want to hear any more cunt other than a nod or a shake of your head, get it?”

I nodded my head only slightly for fear of hurting my own nipples. My feeble attempt at a nod was met with a stinging pain in my buttocks. I let out a loud “Fuuuuck.” Another searing pain attacked me.

“I told you not to say another word cunt, don’t you understand?”

“I do Highness.”

My stupidity was met with yet another attack. The pain was incredible.

“I’ll ask again, don’t you understand?”

I nodded. Pain immediately in my nipples was better and easier to handle than my buttocks.

“Ha ha ha, that’s a good boy.”

I felt a hand on my arse cheeks as though trying to rub the pain away. It was delicate and smooth with fingers following the shape of the marks left.

“Does that feel nice?”

I nodded again. More nipple pain.

Natalie’s hand continued to caress me resulting in my cock stretching in its cage. This was more torturous than the pain currently being administered. I felt liquid dripping onto my arse cheeks and down into my arsehole. Wow, this was a good feeling. Meanwhile, at the front, every move of my head resulted in movement to my nipples.

“Do you want me to stop this slave?”

I shook my head to say no, but this meant more pain but a different style of pain. A side-to-side head movement wasn’t fun at all. I winced loudly but made sure I didn’t speak out loud.

“You’re getting the hang of this now, let’s see if you can keep it up. In fact, I’m going to help you, just give me a minute.”

I had no idea. What was she doing. Where was she going.

“Open your mouth wide.”

As my mouth opened, something of a similar size to a smallish squash ball and taste of rubber was shoved in. Straps then passed to the back of my head and buckled tightly. The ball in my mouth began to grow to a point where my mouth was stretched and the pressure against my tongue forced me into silence but also made an unsightly mess as I couldn’t stop dribbling. I could hear a noise like a bike pump in use — Natalie was obviously inflating the ball.

“Do you think that will shut you up cunt?”

I nodded my head as gently as possible knowing any vigorous movement would lead to severe pain in my nipples.

“Come on my little slave-cunt, let me see a proper nod.”

I reluctantly nodded again but this time, vigorously enough (to the point where I was causing nipple distress) so Natalie would not ask me again.

Next, my hands. What felt like plastic was pushed onto my wrist and attached around a leg of the equipment where I was lying. It was pulled tight with the familiar noise of a cable tie. Then the other wrist.

Next, my legs. Tape was wrapped tightly around my ankles and obviously around the equipment as they become immobile. I then heard a clicking noise from the equipment, and, with Natalie holding my ankles, she pushed my legs apart to the point of being uncomfortably wide and exposing my cock, balls and arse.

“Is that too wide cunt?”

Despite the oncoming pain, I nodded my head vigorously to ensure I could be seen. The clicking sounds repeated with my legs being pushed closer together to a more comfortable position.

I was now in a lying posture with my head in a leather hood attached at the crown to some pulley system that in turn, was attached to a device at the bottom that was connected to the clamps on my nipples. My arms were hanging loosely over the edge of the bed and tied with cable ties to the equipment. My mouth was stuffed with a ball gag and buckled tight at the back of my head. My legs were now in a horizontal position with ankles taped to the device and pushed wide open exposing me.

Fuck me, I thought, how has it come to this? I was chuckling in my head wondering what might happen next as I couldn’t hear Natalie in the room. Luckily the pulley system was strong enough to hold my head reasonably still, but I continually forgot my position but was soon reminded what position I was in with a strong sharp pain administered to my nipples. I could feel a breeze around my nether region exposed and gaping.

Footsteps approached. I could sense Natalie (well, I hope it was Natalie) behind me and in between my legs. A hand grabbed roughly at my cock and with some maneuvering and manhandling, it was released from its cage and the metal ring removed. Ahhhh. Heaven.

Wearing a rubber glove, Natalie covered my cock and arse with some slimy substance, it could well have been coconut oil as there was a very distinctive smell. A finger was pushed into my arse and began massaging my prostrate. A second finger joined the first. It stung at first, but the feeling of pleasure overtook. With the touching taking place in my arse, my cock began to flinch. A second gloved hand grabbed it and began gently caressing and stroking. Before long, my cock was rock hard and, with the cialis I took a few hours previously, I knew it would be staying hard for a while.

There was a pause in the proceedings. Both hands moved from my cock and arse but the former was grabbed again quickly but this time at the base and pushed into some device. It felt like a tight plastic tube that gripped my cock. It was held in place with tight rubber around its opening. The oil helped it slip in easily. Something then snapped around my balls — this also felt like a tight rubber band. Not exactly comfortable but wasn’t the worst feeling ever.

I had no idea what was going on, but I soon found out!

Natalie’s footsteps left the room again leaving me in this ridiculous position then returned a few moments later. She was in front of me now. My head was suddenly pushed down causing the pulley system to yank on my nipples. The pain was piercing. I could hear laughter. This happened a few times causing agony.

“Right cunt, ready for some fun? Did your Mistress tell you I can be a bit of a sadist?”

I was now fearful but thought it was just the anticipation of not knowing what might happen next.

Natalie held onto my chin and with some movement a straw appeared in my mouth. I thought the little hole in the ball gag that I felt with my tongue was to catch a breath. I didn’t realise it had another facility.

“Right cunt, since this morning I have been saving up my piss for you. To get out of this situation, the whole bottle needs to be finished. Get sucking.”

I didn’t hesitate, I started sucking. It was slightly bitter but surprisingly, not too strong and tasted mild. She had obviously been drinking a lot of water. I did think the position I was in was quite kinky and the situation was enjoyable.

Then the machine started!

My cock started pulsing with the slow up and down movement of the tube wanking me. Over the years I watched and wanked to videos of men being attached to a milking machine but never dreamed of experiencing one. While not exactly comfortable, after a day of teasing it felt fucking great albeit, on the slowest of settings.

While the machine was doing its thing, I was still drinking the piss. However, to add further to my crazy situation, fingers returned to my arse. More oil was applied stretching my hole wide. They were quickly removed but replaced by something cold, hard and big. Following some stretching pain and vigorous manipulation, my hole eventually accepted the appendage. There was some relief as the large hard bulb stepped over the threshold so to speak but this feeling soon disappeared with my head being yanked back. I was in no position to scream, accepting my fate.

I now knew what was inside me — a long stainless-steel anal hook. I could tell due to the feeling of the bulb that had been shoved up my arse, the length of cold steel resting on my back and the fact it was now attached to my hood obviously via a rope that would go through the loop at the end. Needless to say, my head now being pulled back was causing further discomfort to my nipples.

All this while my cock felt great and was still pulsing slowly underneath me.

“There we go cunt, a mix of pain and pleasure. Don’t say I’m not good to you. Are you enjoying yourself?”

I tried to nod but it was pathetic. Bringing my head back meant a yank to my nipples causing a grimace while a nod forward meant a shift of the anal hook further into my cavity.

I could hear Natalie laughing but could also hear her walking round the room. I had no idea what she was doing, or what might happen next.

“Come on cunt, drink up my golden piss, you’re nearly finished. There’s a treat for you when the bottle is empty. And by the way, if anything comes out of that pathetic cock of yours, you are in trouble. I tell you when you can come, you don’t decide, ok?”

I nodded gently.

I wasn’t close to orgasm but another few minutes of the milking machine would cause me to shoot hard. A sudden fear came over me. I had the impression this was tame for Natalie. I didn’t want to risk an increase in her sadistic tendencies so began thinking of anything other than my cock.

There was so much piss, it was making me feel a bit queasy but hearing that gurgling noise meant I had reached the bottom of the bottle. My jaw was sore from sucking.

“Good little cunt. Well done. I’m actually quite impressed.”

Natalie pulled the straw from my mouth and back through the hole in the ball gag. When she had tidied away the bottle and straw, I sensed her move behind me. The speed on the machine was increased and my cock was being now being pulled and pushed at a more fervent pace. Even though the machine was clamping my cock tight, the feeling was amazing.

I then heard a buzzing sound behind me. I could only imagine it was a vibrator. How right I was, the steel bulb inside my anus began to vibrate. I let out a loud moan. The vibration targeted my prostate and any other nerve ending it could find to make me feel good. The feeling was fucking amazing. My orgasm was starting to build. Because of this build-up I needed more nipple action so began lifting my own head to administer self-pain.

Natalie laughed loudly. “Enjoying yourself cunt?”

I could only mumble a positive uh-huh.

“Remember cunt, if anything comes out of that cock, you suffer. I decide when you shoot.”

I suddenly realised that Natalie could not understand me due to the ball gag. With my cock pulsing and the vibration, I was building up to a huge orgasm. The fear was incredible now. The more I thought of not shooting my load, the better the feeling.

“Cunt you better not come. You’ll be in so much fucking trouble. You hear me?”

Causing myself deeper pain, I nodded violently. I suddenly realised that Natalie either wanted me to come or to be in a horrible place of being unable to speak and hurting my own nipples.

I so wanted to come. The feeling was incredible. My cock, my anus and now, my nipples were causing me feelings, multiple feelings that I have never felt before. My head was spinning and my insides churning and desperate for an orgasm, but I had to stop this, I was scared to shoot. I wanted to please.

Loudly, I mumbled that I was close, but it obviously came out as a silly-sounding garbled noise.

“What’s that cunt? I couldn’t hear you,” Natalie said laughing furiously.

I repeated my ramblings.

“I think you are telling me you’d like to shoot spunk out of that horrible little dick of yours, is that right cunt? Nod your head vigorously if that’s what you’re telling me.”

Despite the extreme nipple pain, I moved my head up and down to make sure that I could be seen. I have never in my life been scared to come. This was weird.

The vibrating stopped and the milking machine was switched off and the tube was yanked off my bursting cock. A sudden burst of pain was made easier only because of the oil between the rubber ring and my skin but, despite this action, I was still rock hard and nearly there. Near to orgasm.

This feeling of being trapped combined with helplessness and pleasure soon left me when my balls were squeezed tightly. The sudden pain shot up my balls and right into my abdomen. I let out an almighty surprised scream.

“Just want to make sure you don’t come. I am looking after you and I don’t want you getting yourself into any trouble. You do understand that don’t you cunt?”

Nodding my head (again), I also mumbled a loud yes Highness.

With my balls still stinging from the pain, my cock had suddenly shrunk to its normal size. I was breathing heavy with everything and, despite not coming, was happy it was over.

I heard footsteps around the room. She was obviously cleaning the milking machine and re-storing it in its place. Next, the ball gag was removed.

“Thank you Highness Natalie.”

Laughing again, she said, “You’re welcome you snivelling little cunt. How was that for you? How are your balls. You may speak.”

“I enjoyed that Highness, thank you kindly for using me the way you saw fit. My balls will be ok.”

I didn’t want to tell her I was in agony.

Next, the clip that was attached to my hood and went through the pulley system to my nipples was removed. Even though the pressure released, the clamps were still gripping for dear life. Not for long. Both clamps were pulled off with force.

“Fucking hell,” I said loudly.

“Don’t be a fucking baby. If you want to know real pain, try this. And keep quiet.”

With that, she squeezed both nipples tight and twisted. Between the blood rushing back and the sensitivity following removal of the clamps and, my nipples being tender, the pain was excruciating. I let out a long yelp.

“I told you to keep quiet cunt. Unless you can keep quiet until I am happy this won’t stop. And if you think I can’t keep this up then think again.”

I had no worries on that front. I now knew that if Natalie wanted to inflict some sadistic action, she would! She was fit and strong. Knowing this, shut me up.

She twisted both nipples a few times more as if to push me or test me and it worked as I couldn’t stop making a noise. Dig in, I thought. Fucking shut up was going round in my head. I grimaced, clenched my teeth and kept quiet. After what seemed like an eternity, her grip loosened and then she finally removed her strong fingers from my extremely painful (probably bruised and purple) nipples.

As soon as she removed her hands away, I said, “thank you highness.”

“Wow. The little cunt is starting to understand. You might get to decide if you visit Mistress Lizzie or not but if you do, you need to take the good with the bad. You do agree with that don’t you.”

I felt there was no other answer other than, “yes highness.”

“Clever cunt.”

She moved round behind me and gently removed the anal hook and unclipped it from my hood. The large bulb was painful on the way out, but the oil certainly helped and having already learned my lesson, I kept quiet. I thought my hands and feet would be released next but how wrong I was.

The bulb in my anus was replaced with some fingers that hooked downwards to put pressure on my prostate. Her left hand gently tickled my balls then caressed and pulled down on my cock. Between this, and the overwhelming feeling in my arse I was in heaven. The result? My cock began to grow again, and it wasn’t long before it was rock hard.

Natalie’s two fingers were gently sliding in and out of my arse while her oily fingers on her other hand was massaging and wanking my rock-hard cock.

Oh my fucking God, I thought. This is fucking brilliant.

But she suddenly stopped, came round in front of me and said “sniff.” The two nostril holes in the hood allowed me a good dose of poppers. She held the bottle in place longer than I usually would. My head went into overdrive and that overpowering feeling of being fucking dirty and horny returned. With my head spinning, Natalie was almost immediately at the back of me with two fingers sliding fucking me and, my cock being gently wanked, pulled, massaged and caressed. I had some great experiences over the years with my wife or other partners, but this had to be one of the best.

The minutes passed and the pleasure was building. The pushing on my prostate was adding to the feeling in my cock. I was ready to burst.

“Can I come please highness?”

She slowed down even more and said, “can you hold on for me, I love doing this to you.”

“Yes, highness, I will try.”

“Good boy. Remember and ask me if you can come, ok?”

“Yes highness, thank you, it feels great, thank you.”

Although, I suddenly realised that she was not calling me cunt. She must be enjoying this and forgotten that I am her sub.

The feeling all over my body was incredible. Her slow movements in my arse and even slower movements around my cock combined with the lingering strength of the poppers was a feeling I’d never experienced before. She had slowed down to a light movement with her hand barely touching my cock, in fact it had been replaced by a thumb and forefinger, but the feeling was still unbelievable. Her fingers were pushing in and out of my anus like a corkscrew gently pressing my prostate as she did.

In a slow, soft seductive voice she said, “do you want to come? Do you want to shoot your hot creamy white spunk all over my hand? Do you want a release?”

“Yes highness,” I muttered in a pleading voice.

“Good boy. Let’s get ready to release that cum. Hold on till I’ve counted from ten, ok?”

“Yes highness, thank you highness.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s go.”

Her full left hand was now gripping and wanking my cock and two fingers were now replaced by three fingers. The feeling intensified. I couldn’t wait to come now. This had been going on for over an hour now. In fact, since last night. I couldn’t wait.

“Ten.”

There was a delay in the next number of roughly ten seconds or so.

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

“Seven.”

“Hold on for me sexy, don’t come yet, wait till I get there, it will be worth it.”

I was really struggling inside but determined to please Natalie and only release when she told me.

“Six.”

“Five.”

Her fingers and hand sped up slightly to really drive me to the edge of satisfaction.

“Oh yes highness Natalie, I am going to come. Thank you, highness.” I probably sounded pathetic but tied to a sex bench/machine being finger fucked and wanked was stuff made of dreams, I didn’t care.

“Four.”

“Three.”

I couldn’t believe how well I was doing and, with this feeling, how long I had lasted.

Waiting and hoping for the last two numbers, my sensations quickly changed with the release of her hand around my cock and then my balls being squeezed so tight, it literally made me scream out loud.

“Fuuuuuck,” I shouted.

The vice like grip on my balls was released slightly as her right hand that had now been pulled out of my arse began flicking them with the end of her fingers.

“Shut the fuck up cunt. You didn’t seriously think you were allowed to have an orgasm, did you? What do you think this place is? A knocking shop? If anyone should be having an orgasm, it’s me. Do you agree cunt?”

“Yes highness. Sorry for being presumptuous highness. I apologise.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. I was nearly there. Argh. So fucking frustrating. I suppose I should have expected that. I was fucking annoyed but, this is what I signed up for.

Natalie stopped flicking my balls and her vice-like grip loosened after my cock returned to its flaccid state. But the pain remained.

“Enjoy that cunt? Think carefully about your answer.”

I lied, “yes highness, thank you.”

Natalie laughed.

“Right cunt, wait there,” letting out an ironic laugh due to my tied-up state.

She was back a minute or so later. From behind me, the leather hood was loosened and pulled roughly away from my face and head. But then I got the fright of my life when Natalie appeared in front of me with a large kitchen knife.

“What do you think cunt? This looks sharp, eh? Think of the damage this could do to you.”

While I knew she wouldn’t harm me, I knew she had that little sadistic tendency running through her.

She moved behind me again but due to the position I was in, even without a hood, I couldn’t see what she was doing. I then felt the cold steel against my backside cheek followed by the point. She prodded my arse cheeks with the knife then moved to my cock and balls where she started hitting them with the tip of the blade.

“Look, they move when I do this,” she said menacingly. She continued making my cock and balls move to and forth. On the way back they bumped into the blade tip before being pushed away again. I was unsure how sharp it was as every hit felt like another cut. She stopped. Thank fuck for that.

I then felt the knife around my left ankle. She yanked it hard to slice through and remove the cable tie. She repeated this with my other foot and both hands.

“Stand up cunt.”

“Yes highness.”

My legs had frozen up, so I nearly stumbled when moving to a vertical position. I held onto the equipment. Natalie just laughed at me.

“Enjoy that cunt? You have now played with all three of us today. Mistress Lizzie, Lady Nancy and now me have all used up our valuable time and energy of a small-dicked fat prick, how are you going to repay us?”

“Thank you, highness Natalie. I will try to please you all any way I can.”

“You will try? Try? Is that what you said? You will only fucking try?”

I felt a hard slap across my cheek. It took me by surprise.

“Ungrateful cunt.”

Another slap but this time, the other cheek.

“Pick up your cage and attach it to that poor excuse of a cock.”

I did as I was told and tried to squeeze it into position, but the black rubber ring was still around my cock and balls.

“Should I put on the ring highness?”

“Did I tell you to put it on cunt?”

“No highness.”

“Well, you don’t fucking put it on then, do you. Get the cock cage on quickly. You have 30 seconds.”

She lifted her wrist to look at her watch. I just got on with it but was fumbling. 30 seconds must have passed as I received another stinging slap to the face. I saw Natalie lift her other hand just as I was able to squeeze everything in to place.

“Lucky cunt, you were on for another slap then. Ah fuck it.” And with that, she gave me an almighty slap across the other cheek.

“Thank you highness,” was all I could mutter.

“Here,” she said, throwing my panties at me. “Put these on and crawl back to Mistress Lizzie.”

“Yes highness Natalie.”

I pulled on the panties and fell to my knees. I crawled out of the room closely followed by Natalie. She opened the front door for me, I crawled out then the door closed behind me. Not a word. I laughed inside.

Crawling upstairs, I opened Lizzie’s flat door, entered and adopted my usual position in the hallway before announcing my arrival.

Saturday Night

“Ah, my little slave has returned. Did you have fun?”

“Yes Mistress, I did thank you.”

“Out of all three of us today, who was your favourite?”

Before I blurted out an answer, I realised I was in a no-win situation with whatever I said. Although, taking my time to deliberate and think of the correct thing to say wasn’t ideal either.

“You Mistress, always you.” I said in hope.

“Ha ha, you said the right thing slave although, I don’t think Nancy and Nats are going to be too chuffed when I tell them. And who was the better out of those two?”

I didn’t take a moment’s hesitation on this one. “They were both equally fantastic Mistress.”

Through her chuckling Mistress said, “you’re catching on!”

“Right, our plans for tonight are to head out tonight. Where? You don’t need to know just now but what I do need you to do, is to shower, shave everywhere then make yourself presentable. I have left a few things for you to wear on top of the bed in the spare room. It is currently quarter past four, I want you to be ready to leave at half past six. So, this means you have a few hours to yourself to prepare and chill a little. I am off to pour myself a nice G&T and relax. Feel free to have a beer or two from the fridge but no more than that as you will be driving, ok?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Oh, and help yourself to some food in the kitchen, you will need your energy for later. However, before we do anything, let’s remove the chastity cage and give me that steel ring.”

After a minute or two of fiddling, pulling and yanking, I was clear of devices and, with that, she turned on her heels and headed for the kitchen. I walked into the spare bedroom, saw the clothes waiting for me and laughed. What a weekend this is turning out to be!

I did all the hard work first of showering to remove anything I was covered in, shaving all over and brushing my teeth to remove the smell and taste of piss. I returned to the spare room with some food, opened a beer, set an alarm clock that was beside the bed then dozed off thinking of the incredible day I’ve had so far.

When I woke, I applied some deodorant and put on the outfit left for me — a pair of black hold-ups and a pair of black sheer panties. They felt good and made me feel sexy. I had a little chuckle. But first I pulled on another cock ring only this one was an all-in-one silicon piece that went round my balls and base of my penis at the same time. It felt snug and like the one before and immediately made my cock protrude. I then put on the ‘going out’ clothes I had with me.

Just before 6.30pm, I knocked on the door to the living room to be met with “enter.”

“Mistress, I am unsure if you want me to adopt my usual position on my knees as I have dressed for this evening?”

“Don’t worry slave, you are excused from that for now. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, pick up my car keys from the hall table and let’s go.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Within a few minutes, I opened the car door for her, slid into the driving seat and started the engine. I had absolutely no clue where we were heading! Lizzie messed around with the SatNav then told me to follow its directions. It said the estimated time of arrival was 7.20pm – roughly, a 50-minute drive! I was none the wiser to our destination.

The destination was a large, detached house in the countryside. I had driven this road several times in recent years but didn’t take in my surroundings when doing so. The nearest house was a few hundred yards away. I counted 9 cars already in the driveway. Where the hell were we?

After assisting Mistress from the car and closing the door, she handed me a collar telling me to put it on. It was black leather with silvery metal letters attached to it that simply said ‘SLAVE.’ A dog lead was then attached to a loop on the collar.

“Are you ready slave?”

“For what Mistress?” I asked in fear.

“Do you trust me slave?”

“Implicitly Mistress.”

“Good boy. You will enjoy yourself tonight. Your safe word is ‘RED’ but remember, if you use it, you face a punishment, that is what you signed up for right? Do you agree?”

“Yes Mistress, I am happy with that. I am just worried as I don’t know where we are or what is behind that door.”

“That’s good slave as it adds to the anticipation and turning you on, is it not?”

“I am scared but immensely excited Mistress.”

“Good, just do everything you are told to do tonight, and you’ll be wanking about it for years to come, ok?” Mistress had a cheeky grin on her face.

“Yes Mistress.”

With that, I locked the car and handed the key the over and was then guided, via my collar, to the front door. Mistress rang the bell and within 20-30 seconds a stunning dark-haired mixed-race female opened the door. She was wearing a leather corset that went down to her stomach and made her boobs bulge at the top. Below that was the equivalent of a large PVC garter belt/mini skirt that held up PVC stockings. There was a slight glimpse of dark knickers — they also had a shiny PVC look.

“Lizzie how are you my darling, I am so glad you could make it. Is this your new one?”

“Hello Iona, it’s been a while, I’ve missed your parties but with this one it’s good to be getting back into it.”

When Mistress said, ‘this one,’ she pulled at the lead causing my head to be tugged forward. I kept my head and eyes always looking down. And anyway, the site in front of me was magnificent.

“Come in out the cold and let me have a look.”

As we entered the house, I could see people milling around, lights were on everywhere and music was blasting out from a room beyond the hallway. To the right of us was a staircase leading to a landing with several doors. I could see signs attached to each door but was unable to make out what they said.

“Strip.” Iona said in a stern voice.

I immediately looked at Lizzie as though looking for approval.

“What are you looking at me for, I told you no less than 5 minutes ago to do everything that you were told to do, and it would be fine. Have you forgotten already?”

“No Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“Good, well do as you’re told then and strip for Mistress Iona.”

Within a minute, I was standing in front of both wearing the stockings and panties I was given earlier.

“Mmmmm,” purred Mistress Iona. “Not bad at all Lizzie, not bad at all. Good looking guy, nice looking cock through those panties, I think he will do well tonight.”

What I hadn’t noticed was the clothes rail next to us. The rail had several outfits hanging from it. I figured out they were maid’s outfits. Iona measured a few next to me then said, “here, put this on,” handing me a black and white dress. The dog lead was removed. Mistress Lizzie held on to it.

The word ’emasculation’ sprung to mind. This was new territory.

“Let’s have a look, do a little spin for us slave then a little curtsy to us.”

Fucking hell, I thought, how embarrassing is this? Although, I was quite impressed with my curtsy, holding the hem of my new dress at both sides before bowing my legs and back up again.

“He will do nicely Lizzie. Now, can I get you a drink. Well, I’ll rephrase that, can she get you a drink.”

Laughing, Lizzie removed her coat, hung it on the hanger my dress came from and said, “a G&T for me please sweetheart.”

I thought it was nice that she was referring to me as sweetheart but then saw she was looking directly at Iona.

“Well, come on slave, you heard her, the kitchen is that way,” pointing to the end of the hallway. “Bring it into the living room, when it’s ready.”

“Yes Mistress, would you like a drink also?”

“Wow Lizzie, he is well-trained, I’m impressed. No thank you slave but you are a good girl for asking.”

I was all proud of myself. What the fuck have I become. Yet again, I laughed inside telling myself I am a good girl. I wandered off waiting to be told to crawl, but the instruction didn’t come. The kitchen was huge. A square-shaped room with an enormous island in the middle and huge bi-folding doors leading to a terraced area. The kitchen was full of people, perhaps around twenty-ish. Some were dressed smartly, others casual, some had leather outfits and others virtually nothing. What I did see though were others (both male and female) who looked exactly like me, i.e. wearing a maid’s outfit and collar. I was suddenly nervous. What type of party was this? What if I knew one of the guests?

I scanned the room quickly firstly to check for any familiar faces and secondly, location of the drinks. Luckily, I knew no one but I did spot another maid pouring a drink — another male slave. As I crossed the room, a few strangers said hello to me. I respectfully answered with “hello Mistress,” or, “hello Sir.” I kept my head down and reached my destination without too much trouble. Luckily the glasses, gin, tonic and ice were handy, so it did not take me long to put the drink together.

As I was pouring, I said hello to the maid quietly. It was reciprocated.

“I’m unsure what is happening tonight,” I whispered.

“Don’t sweat it man, you’ll enjoy it. Just give your all and you won’t end up in the red room.”

“The red room, what’s that?”

“It’s the room you don’t want to be in,” he said laughing.

And with that, he took off with a drink in each hand. What the fuck was the red room and why did I not want to end up in there?

I finished off the drink by adding a straw and headed back toward the living room.

The room was very busy with folk like the kitchen group sitting and standing chatting away to others. I could see various maids either standing or kneeling beside what I presumed was their Master or Mistress. All were wearing the maid’s outfit and a collar that had a dog lead connected.

I handed Mistress her drink and knelt beside her. The only thing she said was “attach this to your collar slave,” and threw me the buckled end of the lead. I quickly snapped it on and waited and waited and waited. In the time I was waiting, I was sent back to the kitchen three more times to replenish Mistresses glass with a strong gin and tonic. Other than my kitchen trips, the house was filling up more and the noise of people talking, and music playing was increasing.

I wondered what the evening was about. I was soon to find out.

Mistress Iona took to her feet and chinked her wine glass with a spoon. The talking diminished and the music lowered. The living room was full of people, but the adjacent rooms were also full of folk trying to grab a view or hear what was happening.

“Good evening everyone and welcome to our quarterly event. To the oldies, welcome back. To the newbies, enjoy yourselves. I don’t think anyone will leave disappointed. Now, as usual, house rules. Master’s and Mistresses are in complete control and, at exactly 9pm any slave present can be taken, used, beaten, fucked, anything at all provided their own boss allows it. The safe word for this evening is ‘RED.’ If this word is spoken you must stop immediately but, their Master or Mistress may have their own form of punishment if the maid blurts it out. Maids, slaves, whatever the fuck you want to be called (everyone laughed) it’s up to you how much you want to embrace this evening. If I was a worm like you, I would give my all. In two minutes, at exactly 9.02 the fun will commence. The rooms are the same as always but remember, the red room is available if required — I have already informed the new Master’s and Mistresses of using this room. If you slave maids are good you will have nothing to worry about. Right folks, the time is upon us, let the hours of debauchery begin.”

At the end of the rousing speech those who had the power clapped and cheered loudly while the subs/slaves knelt, stood or sat quietly. There was suddenly a lot of movement in the room with people shuffling around.

“You ready my little cherub?” Mistress asked me with a smirk.

“Whatever it is, yes Mistress, as long as I please you this evening.”

“I would hold that thought. You have no idea what is ahead.”

This last statement made me nervous but excited at the same time. This is what it is all about for me. The butterflies. The excitement. A turn-on.

Mistress Lizzie stood up yanking my collar and lead at the same time for me to follow suit.

“Come hither slave.”

I followed on behind her.

First, she headed for the kitchen where others were still mulling around. On entering the room, I first saw two guys standing behind the breakfast bar with a bottle of beer each. As I was dragged around the room and closer to the two guys, I was shocked to see a female on her knees in front of them. Like me, she was wearing a maid’s outfit with stockings peeking out, a collar with a lead attached but, unlike me, her hands were shackled behind her back and her mouth was stuffed with a hard cock. The two guys ignored me completely but gave their salutations to Lizzie with a hug. They exchanged further conversation that I completely missed as my mind was focused on the girl. Her mouth bobbed back and forward onto the cock, assisted with a hand on the back of her head ensuring a steady rhythm of sucking. The guy receiving the blow job looked non-plussed continuing his conversation without missing a beat while the other guy standing was holding her lead. I presumed he was her Master.

I was dragged away again heading towards the rear of the kitchen. Lizzie pushed a door open and switched on a light. It was a bathroom.

“On your knees slave.”

I immediately dropped to my knees while Lizzie began removing clothing then sat on the loo. I could hear piss hitting the bowl. I sat patiently waiting. When the noise stopped, Lizzie thrust herself forward inviting me to clean up. I crawled toward her and duly obliged.

“Enough slave.”

I backed away while Lizzie stood and rearranged her outfit. She washed her hands but also handed me a small cup. I knew instantly, mouthwash. I swirled it round, stood up and spat into the sink. Mistress rinsed it away.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy, now, let’s get this party started.”

We left the bathroom, switched off the light and closed the door. I was then dragged back through the kitchen. Another two guys had joined the first two. The female had a new cock in her mouth. This time though, two hands were on the back of her head roughly fucking her mouth. As we passed the group more pleasantries were exchanged, the slave did not miss a beat, continuing to choke loudly.

Wow, I thought.

Just before leaving the kitchen, Lizzie pointed to another closed door. A large handwritten sign was stuck on the door, it read ‘RED ROOM.’

“You better be good tonight, otherwise you will end up in there.”

Just at the point of passing, there was an almighty scream from the room. Best behavior I thought.

I was pulled upstairs by my lead with Lizzie in front.

“I hope you are looking at my arse,” she said laughing.

Argh, what do I say. Say no and cause offence or, say yes and do something I’m not supposed to be doing. I gulped and said, “yes Mistress, it is a lovely sight.”

“You’ll go far slave,” she replied with a chuckle.

Phew.

I was taking everything in as we climbed the tall staircase. People were behind us, some were descending, and, at the top, I could see maids and their owners milling around. There were numerous doors. Each had a sign reading ROOM ONE, ROOM TWO, ROOM THREE.

As we reached the top, I was surprised when Lizzie grabbed my hand and leaned into me, “don’t worry slave, I’ll look after you tonight, I know you’ll be nervous.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I replied in complete shock to her surprising moment of empathy. She must have seen the worried look on my face.

“Hmmmmm, let us start in room one, are you ready?” with another squeeze of my hand.

I smiled, “yes Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

As she opened the door, I could hear sex — moans, groans and squeals and, after being pulled into the room via my dog lead, I could see why. The sight in front of me was like a scene from a porn movie. A large 4 poster king-sized bed in the middle of the room had a female being fucked hard from behind while sucking the cock of an old fat guy who was sitting at the top of the bed. The bed was surrounded by more naked guys who were of different sizes and ages. I also counted another 3 maids (2 males and 1 female) standing beside their Master/Mistress.

Lizzie whispered in my ear, “this is obviously the gang bang room. There are a few different females who work in shifts as the night goes on. They are complete sluts and come to these parties to fuck lots of guys. It pays well for them. The blokes around the room pay an admission fee for the gangbang but they can stay all night and drink as much as they want. They come and go as they please, but they are not allowed in the other playrooms, they only pay for this one.”

“Thank you Mistress, that’s interesting but where do I fit in?”

“You’ll see in a minute,” she replied smirking.

The fucking and sucking continued to the sound of screams from the female. She was obviously enjoying it. A few of the blokes around the bed were playing with themselves obviously trying to make their cock hard for their turn. A huge bloke standing at the side of the bed spotted the female maid standing and headed straight for her. He was built like a brick shithouse and around 6 feet odd with a rough look about him, like a builder.

I wondered what was happening, but it soon became clear. As he reached her, he grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her down to the floor. As she knelt, her mouth opened but the void was quickly filled by his soft cock. She kept her hands by her side using only her mouth to suck him.

“You lot are the fluffers and cleaners,” Lizzie whispered to me. “You just do as you are told. Me bringing you in here means I am allowing them to use you. A fluffer makes sure everyone is hard and erect for the gangbang”

Something inside me suddenly drained. A fluffer! A cleaner! What the fuck.

While the builder’s cock was growing inside the maid’s mouth, I could see she was struggling to take it all in. He didn’t seem to care; he had both hands on the back of her head holding it tight while he fucked her mouth.

The guy who was fucking the slut let out a loud grunting sound. His hips were bucking back and forth and obviously shooting his spunk deep inside her. She stopped sucking the old fat guy for a second to recover and catch her breath. As the guy pulled his cock out of her cunt, you could see why, he was huge. He stumbled to his feet and surveyed the room. He pointed at another maid; a guy who looked a similar age to me but shorter in height and larger in frame.

“Get cleaning,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, the maid left his position and headed for the bed. He spun round and lay on his back, then shuffled his body up the bed till his mouth was placed directly under the pussy of our slut. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. Without missing a beat and, continuing the blowjob she had returned to, the slut lowered her hips till her pussy made contact with the mouth below. It was as though she squeezed her cunt inside as the white cream that had been injected only minutes before began oozing out and dropping into its intended target. When there was no more cream falling from her hole the maid raised his head slurping and licking for all his mite. He’s done this cleaning business before, I thought.

Without noticing, the guy who was receiving a helping hand from the female fluffer was now hard and heading for the bed. He didn’t care about the cleaner but instead positioned himself over his face and pulled up the hips of the slut and forcefully rammed his cock inside her. This tank of a man was going for it. Leaning forward he grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled it back. The guy on the bed receiving the blowjob didn’t seem to mind, he just smiled. All’s fair and love and war I suppose. With his other hand, he leaned forward and under the slut taking a handful of her right tit. He found the nipple and pulled at it. Another scream from the slut but, an approving scream, “yes, yes, yes, fuck me hard, pull my nipple hard.” The voyeurs waiting their turn cheered him on. Their shouts were becoming animalistic. The frenzied attack was over within a few minutes when he grabbed both her hips and absolutely rammed his cock deep inside her. He let out an almighty groan.

Dismounting her, the builder grabbed her hips backwards and, at the same time, pulled his cock from her pussy, it slapped the face of the cleaner below, but this was quickly followed by a river of come that fell into his waiting mouth from her gaping cunt.

Watching the fucking unfold distracted me because, out the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw a figure head straight for me. When I focused, it was a young slim guy holding his semi-erect cock. He made eye contact and continued walking. I glanced quickly at Mistress, but she just smiled. “Knees,” was all she said.

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, a cock filled it. Fuck it, I thought and went about my duty. Knowing what I like being done to me and, having the previous experience of Lizzie’s black male visitor I concentrated on sucking and licking gently with occasional flicks of my tongue. I had learned enough from watching others to know that this involved no hands, so I rested them on my thighs. I secretly hoped I was doing well however, it was pretty evident and, I was proud of myself as the young cock in my mouth had enlarged quickly and was now filling my mouth. He withdrew his erect cock, held it upwards and said, “lick my balls.” I did.

It was probably only another 30 seconds before he pulled away and headed for the bed. I was able to look up and see that, the slut had been repositioned with her now on her back, head lying over the edge with an open mouth and ankles tied halfway up the bed posts. Her legs were wide open and ready for the cock of the young guy. Before I could see him enter her, another cock was thrust in front of me and, without thinking, I opened my mouth and enveloped it within, sucking, licking and flicking the way I had done a minute or two before.

The room was noisy with grunts and groans but also music. It was only now I was on my knee’s sucking cock was I able to take in my surroundings more. Dance music was coming from a speaker in the corner. The beat and speed obviously helped the situation and room dynamic. I thought, Opera would be rubbish in this scenario. The peculiar things you think of when you have a cock in your mouth!

After another successful mission, the second hard cock was pulled from my mouth and headed for the bed. Her mouth was vacant, so he quickly filled the void. He began gently sliding his cock in and out of her willing mouth and far down her throat till it bulged. It was an erotic sight. Between this, and the young guy fucking her slowly it was a sight to behold.

The cleaner had now become a fluffer. He was knelt beside his Mistress sucking the cock of an old guy while the other fluffers were giving it their all with others. No one seemed to be interested in me anymore which was fine but strangely enough, disappointing as I was now in a real horny mood and my cock was bulging in my panties.

I was taking everything in, especially what was happening on the bed. At the head, the guy was now holding the slut’s face and ears and was attacking her mouth with a frenzy. He let out a scream and, ramming his cock deep into her mouth, held it there while his hips bucked. She tried her hardest to swallow but you could tell it was a difficult task. He withdrew his flaccid cock and stepped back. Looking round the room, he saw I was doing nothing. He pointed directly at me, “you, get over her.” I shuffled forward on my knees till I reached his position.

“Start kissing her, get all my come out with your tongue.”

I didn’t hesitate otherwise I would have been shouting out my safe word. In for a penny, I thought. The slut was already facing me with her mouth slightly open but, grinning at the same time. In between moans of being fucked she said, “come on tiger.” This made me laugh. Tiger! Brilliant, I thought.

I dipped my head while opening my mouth slightly. As soon as our lips met and the kissing began, she stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. There was a bitter salty taste (obviously spunk), but it actually didn’t taste bad at all. Perhaps I was becoming delirious with all this stuff. Her moans had stifled slightly. Glancing up I saw the young guy dismounting and being replaced by another young guy. The kissing was becoming more passionate, and it was obvious she was enjoying this change of fun. That initial taste was really all I got as she must have swallowed loads. I wasn’t complaining. My cock was bursting. I wanted to be involved in this. After everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, I was desperate to come. I wanted to slide my cock down her throat and face fuck her. However, I knew my place.

“That’s enough slave, stop what you’re doing.”

It was the voice of Lizzie. I stopped kissing immediately. The slut winked at me and said, “thanks honey.” A strange but sweet moment.

I crawled back to Lizzie.

“Stand up slave.”

I stood up, Lizzie grabbed my lead, and pulled me out of the room. I noticed there was a new batch of fluffers and cleaners but also a large black woman who was obviously the next slut. Wow.

In the hallway, Lizzie stopped me.

“Did you enjoy that slave?”

“Yes, thank you Mistress, I hope I didn’t let you down in any way?”

“Quite the opposite, I think you excelled. Well done.”

Laughing, I said, “thank you Mistress.”

“Now, it is getting late, and I want you to myself tonight so, one more room then we are heading home. Ok?”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied albeit disappointed with her words. However, it was a no-lose situation. I was still hoping to see both remaining rooms.

“Let’s go downstairs first for a refreshment, I’m thirsty and in need of something alcoholic. In fact, I’ll let you make me a drink.”

“It’ll be a pleasure Mistress.”

I was enjoying this new outpouring of emotion but was clever enough not to become complacent.

We headed downstairs. Well, I was pulled downstairs with Lizzie tugging at my lead. She headed for the living room and found a large comfy seat. Letting me go, I headed for the kitchen to make her favourite gin and tonic. Lots more people were milling around but I really didn’t focus on anyone. I kept my head down. I was able to return to her side within a few minutes with her drink and a glass of water for me — the only beverage I was allowed. I sat silently while Mistress chatted with others sitting around. There were a few smirks between me and the other kneeling maids. All very civilised.

“Lizzie, you’re on.” said a voice from the hallway. It was the lady who had opened the party an hour or so before. What did she mean, ‘you’re on.’ Strange.

Lizzie sat up, put her empty gin glass on the table and pulled me to my feet.

“Let’s go slave. Room 3 for you now.”

Room 3? What happened to room 2? What the fuck is in room 3? What’s happening? Loads of questions but no point as there were no answers. We reached the first floor.

“I think you will enjoy this slave. I know I will.”

And with that comment, she opened the door to room 3 and pulled me into it. The room only had a handful of people inside. No maids but they all wore a black and white outfit and were a mix of males and females. I counted five. The room itself looked like a BDSM den, a dungeon with various implements on shelves, a St. Andrews cross on one of the walls and, a chair in the middle of the room that was attached to the floor. It looked like a child’s highchair. The room reminded me of Natalie’s from earlier in the day.

“He is all yours,” said Lizzie, handing over my lead. She turned on her heels and left the room.

“Don’t worry,” said one of the female helpers, “you’ll enjoy this, we’ll make sure you are comfortable, ok?”

Wow, human interaction. “Comfortable in what?” was my first reaction, followed by, “thank you.”

“This chair,” she said pointing to the middle of the room, “we call it the orgasm chair. And listen, honestly, don’t worry, we have all been where you are.”

I still had no idea what was happening, so went with the flow. “Ok, thank you,” I repeated.

As I stood with the female, the others in the room began unshackling one side of this round piece of furniture and then swinging half of it open, like the opening of a book. It didn’t exactly look like a chair.

“Would you prefer to sit or kneel?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, I don’t know what is happening,” I said with a nervous laugh.

They all smiled.

“I prefer kneeling but that’s just me, everyone is different,” she said.

Those attending to the chair chipped in as well telling me of their preference of whether to stand or kneel. Even though I was listening to this advice, it still meant nothing to me as I had absolutely no clue what was happening.

“You tell me,” I said pleading with the female holding onto me.

“Ok,” she said, “as it’s your first time, I reckon you should sit as you’ll be in there a while, what do you think guys?”

There were positive murmurings from the others. It was decided then. I would be sitting.

I was led forward by the female then gently manhandled by the others to sit me on a ledge of the open chair around a foot off the ground. I was told to keep my legs bent for now with feet on the floor and hold my arms out straight. I was wondering what the hell was going on.

When they were happy with my position, the other half of the chair was turned in toward me. I was told to put my legs through the gaps of the oncoming section and slide my arms through both sides, akin to putting arms through sleeves of a jumper.

What the fuck was this? What the fuck was happening?

They seemed to be finished with me. I was now sitting on a small seat 12″ from the ground, legs outstretched, and arms poking through the sides of this cylindrical piece of furniture that I was basically trapped inside of. My head poked through a hole at the top and the only movement I could make was back and forward. ‘Twas lucky I was not claustrophobic. Locked in this device, I was confined securely in place facing the chair’s backrest. Ah, the chair, I understand now. I was facing the chair.

Finally, a blindfold was placed over my eyes. What little light remained at the sides of my eyes disappeared when the lights were turned off leaving a blue tinge in the room. I heard the shuffling of footsteps, a door opening then closing then silence.

It felt like an eternity sitting on my own. I had visions of people watching me. I had a fear of being left there never to be found again. All sorts of weird shit going through my mind. I was comfortable enough but was becoming more worried as the time passed by.

Eventually, I heard the door open followed by footsteps. There appeared to be two people in the room. There was a fair bit of movement around the chair then it dawned on me, the prison-chair was soon to become the orgasm chair as I could feel someone climb onto the seat. Any thoughts I had of an orgasm being for me soon dissolved when I realised I had become the orgasm machine.

Two legs sat at either side of my head and, before I could figure out the next move, a pussy was thrust into my face. It initially forced my head back, but this soon changed when a hand was placed on the back of it pulling my face forward. Instinct took over, I stuck my tongue out and began licking. The pussy was completely bald and tasted fantastic. My cock began swelling instantly. Wow, I thought, this isn’t so bad after all.

I explored her pussy inside and out making sure I gave enough concentration to her clitoris. My head had now been pushed back to the extent that I could no longer move it as it was pinned against the device. The groans and panting above me increased then two hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her soaking wet pussy. I could hardly breathe when I heard screams from above me, hips bucking in the chair and legs clamped tightly around my face. Her orgasm subsided and, without words, removed herself from the chair although I got the impression she was being assisted by some other stranger. Footsteps were followed by the sound of a door opening, then closing again.

Fucking hell, that was horny was all I could think about although my jaws ached a little. Perhaps time for my Mistress to collect me.

The door opened again, more footsteps and yet another female climbed on or was helped into the seat. This was obviously a larger lady as her thighs were chunkier against my face and, reaching forward with my tongue I could feel, what can only be described as a fat labia or, in other words, a fat cunt. I chuckled inside at my joke. As my tongue pushed forward, I was met with a mound of bushy pubic hair. Now I did like this especially as there was a certain smell, a smell those small hairs hung onto, collecting daily odours releasing pheromones that influenced my brain. My mouth, nose and tongue went into overdrive as I soaked up the tastes and smells. Then I heard a voice.

“Use your hands, hold me open.”

It was a foreign voice with broken English. The exotic sound added to my fervor. I obeyed. I was able to raise my arms up and over her thighs and, pulling her pussy lips apart and instantly pushed my face and tongue in even further. My extra enthusiasm was working as the loud panting and moans came quicker than the previous female. This time, there was no need for hands on the back of my head as it was already pinned against the device and, added to this, my face was buried in her pussy tasting as much as I could. I was suddenly covered in her juices as she began squirting all over my face and into my mouth. Rather than clamping my face, her legs opened wider. My jaw was aching but can’t deny, this was fucking horny.

“Well done slave, you did good, best orgasm of the night, I shall be letting Mistress Lizzie know.”

“Thank you Miss,” I replied.

Within a minute, the chair was empty again giving me time to collect my thoughts.

Round 3. The door opened again, and the next female visitor quickly took her place. Becoming an old hand at this now I leaned forward open-mouthed and tongue out. However, I was shocked. I didn’t find a pussy but instead the testicles of a man and a large limp cock. My face immediately recoiled but was soon pulled back into position with a large hand on the back of my head.

“Lick my balls,” was the order.

“Yes Sir.”

Without questioning my actions, I began licking and flicking at his smooth shaved balls. They were tight and sitting at a perfect height to lick. There was a moan from above.

“Stop slave, put my cock in your mouth, make me hard.”

I moved my open mouth to his cock. It fitted nicely into my mouth and tasted of pussy; I certainly didn’t have to wonder what he had been doing tonight. I wonder what female maid has been fucked by this monster.

His cock began to grow and, as it became hard and erect, it was difficult to suck due to my position of constraint inside this round device. I struggled to hold it in my mouth. He shuffled back removing his cock and repeated his previous order, “lick my balls.” My tongue began to repeat my previous actions while he began slowly wanking his cock inches from my face. I flicked and licked his balls with the moaning sounds guiding me to the places he was enjoying. It didn’t take long till a hand pushed my forehead to the back of the chair.

“Open wide slave,” was the order.

Without question or thinking, I did as I was told. A stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I immediately wanted to spit it out but there was no chance of this happening as his cock filled my mouth. The only place it could go was down my throat. To stop gagging and return my breathing to normal, I swallowed it all. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought and, being forced to suck and swallow what he had was a turn on. When his cock became limp, and he had released everything he had, he withdrew, stood up from the chair and left the room. He said nothing else to me.

Left alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t believe that it was still Saturday. I was tired. What an incredible day. Being up early then taking part in everything and finding myself still in a locked and vulnerable position. When will this end. As much as I was in heaven, I needed some sleep.

The door opened again followed by more footsteps. Round 4. How much more could my jaws and tongue take. Was this a man or a woman? Delirium was setting in.

The new visitor took their place in the chair although they took a fair bit of time taking up their position.

“Clean me slave. Use your tongue to clean me. Lick my hole”

It was the voice of a female. I was happy with this but clean me — what did this mean. I leaned forward with my tongue out searching for her pussy. I understood now why it took a while for her to climb into the chair. She was facing away from me, and my job was to lick her arsehole, not her pussy. She tasted nice, not the same earthy taste or smell from earlier in the day and her hole was tight and puckered. I licked all around the hole darting my tongue in and out. But I could also feel her pushing and grunting, causing her arse to open wider, the type of movement when you are doing a shit. A sudden fear came over me. Was she trying to shit in my mouth. I am not ready for this. I didn’t want this to happen but, my fears were allayed when I began tasting spunk. Someone had fucked her anally and left their seed deep inside. She was pushing it out. Perhaps she was one of the sluts. Who knows. I continued licking and slurping for another minute or two and, while I did think about letting the cum drop from my mouth, I decided to do the right thing and swallow. Two loads within 15 minutes. She eventually pushed my face out of the way with her hand.

“Enough slave, I’m clean now, good boy, thank you.”

“You’re welcome Mistress.”

Laughing, she said, “Mistress? I wish. Not me sunshine. I’m just here for the cock.”

“Well, you are welcome anyway,” I replied with a chuckle.

She climbed from the chair and left the room. Literally within seconds of her leaving many footsteps entered. The blindfold was removed plunging me into bright light. The assistants had returned.

“Enjoy that?” asked the female who was chatting to before I was encased in the chair.

“Different,” I smiled, “very different.”

She laughed then helped the others unfasten me from the cage.

“I am hearing you did particularly well slave.”

A familiar voice. Lizzie was obviously behind me and hopefully there to collect me for home. I was shattered.

“I hope so Mistress.”

When I was completely free, I stood up but had to stretch my body and get some feeling back into my legs. My maid’s outfit was wet from the squirting and my mouth had a taste of cum. What a slut I had become.

“Let’s go slave, time to go home.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lizzie grabbed my lead, pulled me out of the room and downstairs. There was still a clattering noise from throughout the house with people still coming upstairs and others going down. As we reached the ground floor, Lizzie removed my collar and told me to strip. She pointed to a large plastic box telling me to dump my maid’s outfit inside. She left me and returned a minute later with Mistress Iona.

“What do you say slave?”

“Thank you for inviting me and allowing me to attend your wonderful party Mistress Iona, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Thank you slave, I hope you had a great time. Hopefully we will see you again?”

“I hope so Mistress Iona.”

I had disrobed and stored the maid’s outfit in the plastic box and was able to quickly put my own clothes back on over the stockings. As much as it was a wonderful adventure, I was absolutely knackered and wanted some sleep.

Lizzie took a hold of my arm and said, “lead the way, are you happy to drive us home?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Not much was said on the way home. Instead, Lizzie put on the radio and despite several songs and a DJ talking I failed to hear any of it as I was engrossed in my thoughts of the night. I couldn’t wait to tell my wife; I was missing her but then it dawned on me that she may already know everything.

We reached Lizzie’s apartment block and within a few minutes, were upstairs in her flat. I was hoping she would want me to do more but then again, I was hoping I wouldn’t.

“Proud of you tonight slave, you did well for your first time. I half expected you to end up in the red room but, fair play to you. Be honest with me, did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did thank you Mistress but can I ask a question?”

“Yes, of course.”

“What is in the room I didn’t enter; I can’t recall which one it was?”

“It was room 2 and that is none of your business. If you are lucky enough to be invited again, you may find out.”

Laughing, I said, “Ok Mistress, that would be good.”

“Now slave, how would you like to end the evening?”

“Any way you choose Mistress or, should I say, any way that will please you.”

“Well done again. I think we have had a long evening and you have had a particularly busy day. How about we have a nightcap in bed and you can help me achieve an orgasm.”

“I would love that and be happy to oblige Mistress.”

“Good, you pour us two whisky’s and bring them to my bedroom.”

I was back in her room in only a few minutes with two malt whisky’s in hand. Lizzie removed them both from me and told me to strip completely including the cock attachment. Once completely naked, she threw back the covers and invited me into bed. She was naked. I only had a few sips of whisky when she told me to put it down and gently rub her pussy. While doing so, she sat watching my hand sipping her drink. I massaged her clitoris gently rubbing all around it as well as dipping a finger inside her. It wasn’t long before she was wet and arching her back with an orgasm. She must have mighty turned on as there was no vibrator and she orgasmed quickly.

“Mmmmm, thank you slave, it is a while since someone masturbated me to orgasm.”

“You’re welcome Mistress.”

“Time for some sleep now slave. Let’s have a long lie tomorrow morning. Follow the instructions from this morning but change my coffee time to 11 o’clock, ok?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Right, away you go to your own bed. Oh, but slave, before I forget, put on the cock cage again. Remember, you are not allowed to cum.”

‘Ah fuck,’ I thought, I was looking forward to heading to the spare room and wanking. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I fetched the cage, placed it over and onto my cock, snapped the padlock in place and handed the key over. Lizzie took it from me and placed it under her pillow.

“Good night slave, help yourself to some more whisky or a few beers from the fridge, I think you have earned a drink after your efforts tonight.”

“Thank you Mistress, I appreciate that.”

After brushing my teeth furiously to remove the various tastes, and washed thoroughly to remove the various smells, I collected a beer, another whisky and some food before sliding into bed. After drinking and thinking, it wasn’t long before I drifted off thinking of what Sunday would bring.