The Lockdown Challenge Ch. 04

Author’s Note & Trigger Warnings

This is the 5K+ words fourth chapter of the novella of the same name. When following a draconian public health lockdown, a predatory young professional American woman informs her two young professional immigrant men housemates and tenants, that she will start toying with them for sexual entertainment or they can leave, the two cornered young men acquiesce. If only because they feel they have no quick options, and they do not at first understand the depth of their housemate’s wickedness. But they soon find out, thought too late for them to protect themselves.

This is thus an F/mm story that features intense femdom teasing, humiliation and denial. This chapter features CFNM, bondage, chastity, exhibitionism-voyeurism-&-worship of the female body, service play, pet play, CBT, and handjob humiliation. Like previous chapters it features mild ETHNIC PLAY throughout. And features an escalation of TOTAL POWER EXCHANGE. If any of these themes is distasteful to you, please do not read. In none are, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4

Virginia actually ended up taking several hours before she set Diego and Ahmed free. And before she did, she locked four, one yard lengths of steel chain to the front of their collars and chastity devices. Convenient handles to control, and bind, the cute brown boys for the rest of the weekend. Whether they crawled at her command or walked at their leisure, both boys rattled. And Virginia was really getting intoxicated with the power she wielded over them. The threesome was truly in a virtuous cycle of power, or vicious cycle of disempowerment, depending on whether you considered Virginia’s or the boys’ perspective. The boys started out as, and increasingly were more so, just a pair a lustful but sexually frustrated saps. While Virginia was the exquisite and seductive temptress that bent them to her will with the mere flick of a finger, the mere curling of a lip. That alone doomed the boys. Add to that the fact that Virginia was truly at home. And that the boys were in her house, in her country, as no more than highly conditional guests in both, and she held all the cards. And the two boys were keenly aware of it. In short, the absolute power that Virginia was increasingly experimenting wielding, was –in a sense–corrupting her absolutely.

In fact after dinner that night she did not dismiss the boys from her presence at all. She walked them like a pair of crawling dogs by the chains to their collars back to her room. And tied the naked but cock-caged and fully manacled Diego by the collar chain, to the lower right post of her king size bed. And the similarly decked out Ahmed, to the lower left post of her bed. Their chains were too short for either boy to stand, so they had to stay either sitting or laying at the foot of Virginia’s bed while she went about her business for an extra couple of hours. And when she finally was ready for bed, garbed in nothing but casual but still nicely fitted and provocative black cotton panties and a black cotton camisole, she walked to the boys. She made Diego prostrate to kiss her feet, made Ahmed kneel to kiss her pelvis. And merely said goodnight to them, leaving them in their cold, hard, and demeaning predicament, as she climbed into her own bed and relaxed just a yard away from them. Each of the two boys struggled to suppress a groan of despair. While Virginia went peacefully to sleep thinking it had been a very good day.

When Virginia woke up on Sunday morning she smiled at feeling the presence of, at remembering that, the two handsome brown boys were naked and cock-caged, chained to the bottom legs of her bed. And as she opened her eyes, she luxuriously stretched her fair and lithe body in her bed. As both boys fixed their exotic dark eyes full of lust on her, as they sat on the floor by the bottom of her bed.

“Good morning, Skin and No-Skin.”

Virginia said as she locked her eyes with them in turn. As she saw they had not got a good sleep. Due to physical discomfort, humiliation, or sexual frustration, or all of the above, she could not tell. But the fact that regardless, it was due to her, gave her intense pleasure. And Virginia caressed the inside of her naked thighs with one hand. And her hips, waist, and chest with the other, as she looked at them. Which only increased the pained look in their eyes. In fact, Virginia decided having their full attention was an excellent time to get herself off, and reaching for her night table, grabbed her pink bullet vibrator, inserted it into her vagina under her panties, and turned it on with the remote.

As he looked at Virginia, Diego was in agony. He had hardly closed his eyes, due the hardness of the floor, notwithstanding an area rug that framed Virginia’s bed. The awkwardness of lying next to another naked man. And the actual and mental images of Virginia resting peacefully just by him. Virginia was divine. Svelte, fair, with her long caramel blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Her petite, but exquisitely feminine hips and breasts. Both all but fully disclosed in her casual but sexy panties and cami garb. The black contrasted with her fair skin, and gave her an intensely vampy look. And now, as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips from the pleasure of the vibrator, she also wiggled and moaned, lifted her knees up and closed, then stretched them down and open, right in front of both boys’ eyes.

“Oh!”

She muttered as the vibrator did its work, and the two handsome brown boys with collars on their necks gawked at her.

Ahmed wanted to get his hands and mouth on Virginia badly, as the exquisite American blue eyed blonde wiggled before him. If he could lick those legs! Grab those hips! Pound that vagina! Instead of the vibrator doing the work! What was wrong with him? All those thoughts were not like him. He liked girls alright, and Virginia was quite the girl. But it was evident the intensity, and the debauchery, of his thoughts were the result of … this evil whore, lets call her what she is… fucking with his head and his manhood badly. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to grab her, and she was within reach. But she had also made it so she was his Mistress, he was her slave, and the prerogative was all hers.

As her pleasure mounted, Virginia thought of Diego and Ahmed as she locked eyes with one, closed her eyes, and locked eyes with the other in succession. They were both handsome, tall, fit, and dark. This morning they both had day old stubble on their faces, making them look even more masculine. More “brown”. Though they were both a little geeky, not the worst kind of geeky, but a little, she thought they both had the assets to clean up nice. That is why she had picked them after all, as well the feeling, correct it turns out, they were both sexually and socially vulnerable.

Diego had slightly long straight dark hair. And a face with a few subtle Native features, even if most of his features were Mediterranean. And she imagined he could clean up like a slick Latin lover, haired gelled back, black silk shirt half open, if he wanted. Like some Latin pop heartthrob. Even if then and now, he merely knelt naked, collared and in a cock cage at the foot of her bed. And the thought of having such a man in bondage almost brough Virginia over.

Ahmed’s stubble was thicker that Diego. His nose more prominent. His jaw squarer. This one could definitely clean up like a suave Arabian prince, in a smart jacket, and an expensive watch. A man that could make her his first wife. His fourth wife even. The exotic blonde American trophy of a prince. But again, here and now, she held all the cards. And a chain from his neck to her bed, a steel cage on his manhood, made him hers. And this time the thought, in combination with the vibrator, brought Virginia over. And she twisted and turned the length of her body in front of the boys.

“Aaahhh!”

She voiced in orgasmic ecstasy. As Diego and Ahmed looked on, and leaked impotently, in their cages. And when Virginia had come down from her orgasm she said.

“That is the best wakeup I have had in while. But it is time to rise and shine!”

And she got up and headed to her bathroom suite to start her morning routine, while Diego and Ahmed stayed on their knees trailing her with their eyes, looking on in agony. Till she came a few minutes later, and said to them.

“Ok, Skin, No-Skin. It is time for my beauty bath, that you both are going to help me with. Consider yourselves lucky, because you are both going to touch me. But I expect you to be on your best behavior. In fact, beware that you are under evaluation and in competition. Which of you can serve me better. Do you understand?

Asked Virginia. And

‘Yes Virginia.”

Replied both boys. Then Virginia, who was still in her body-hugging black cami and panties, took hold of the chains to the brown boys manhood, while she opened the locks that tied their necks to her bed. And finally commanded.

“Get up!”

And proceeded to drag them literally by the balls to her bath suite, even before they were fully on their feet.

For Diego, and Ahmed, being tugged by their manhood’s like that was a new low in sexual humiliation. It occurred to each boy, they almost preferred being driven by a pole to the neck like cattle. But it was not lost on them it was an apt metaphor to the situation they were in. Gorgeous American blonde leading them around by their caged dicks. It was a short walk fortunately, just a few yards. Though it got awkward, and even more humiliating, when the pair of brown boys struggled to fit shoulder to shoulder past the bathroom suite door. Made worse by the fact it made Virginia laugh, as she roughly, and painfully, tugged at their chained manhood’s as a signal to get on with it.

When finally in, both boys spent a few seconds admiring the bath suite. Which with its exposed plumbing, a few cement fixtures, and lots of glass, brick and steel everywhere had a luxurious but edgy renovated industrial look like the rest of the house. It also reaffirmed in their minds, that with her fancy venture capital executive salary, bonus, and profit share their housemate and apparently Mistress–capital “M”–Virginia, could afford to live in true luxury. And apparently both of them, Diego and Ahmed, had become part of that luxury.