It’s been a manic 12 months here at House of Denial. Mistress K and I have moved house this year and it was stressful to say the least. Between packing up the old house and decorating the new one before the big move, we’ve done our best to process the orders and respond to messages from you all. We’re now back to work and finally have time to enjoy the new space we’ve moved into.
Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.
This is part 1 out of 3. A link to part 2 can be found at the bottom of the page.
Last week was the first time our new play space was finally ready to use. With a black and red colour scheme, blackout curtains covering the windows and dim lighting to create the perfect environment for a personal femdom scene. All of our toys, equipment, chastity devices, outfits and footwear are now neatly tucked away in large wardrobes and deep freestanding drawers. The soft dark carpet feels comfortable underfoot, particularly when you’re on your knees for a significant amount of time. A sturdy spanking bench with restraints hanging from each side takes up one corner of the room while the opposite corner is left clear with the exception of a shiny metal suspension point hanging from the ceiling.
My phone buzzed as a new message was delivered. “Is it done?” the message read.
I promised Mistress K that our new play space would be finished by the time she’d returned from a weekend trip away.
“Yes Mistress,” I quickly messaged back before powering on the hoover to finish the job I’d started earlier in the day.
“Good boy. Tonight you will be rewarded.”
Before Mistress K left two days earlier I was secured in a restrictive metal chastity device from our collection; the S77 model. Once the device was expertly fitted to my cock by Mistress she attached the key to a silver chain and hung it around her neck. The key sat perfectly between her large breasts, which jiggled in her tight black top as she rose from the bed, collected her suitcase and walked out of the front door.
“Thank you Mistress. Eagerly anticipating your return,” was my response. My cock flexed and squirmed inside the solid cage and a flash of excitement coursed through my whole body.
The next few hours felt like a lifetime of waiting. I cleaned the playroom again not wishing to feel the wrath of a displeased dominatrix upon her return. Everything had to be perfect and I panicked that I’d missed something, checking everything five times over to put my mind at ease. I got into a warm shower (cold water at the end to temper my continuous attempts to get erect in the cage) and made sure that I was also squeaky clean. After 2 ½ hours my phone buzzed.
“Strip naked, put your metal collar on with the O-ring at the front and prepare a glass of champagne for me. Wait by the front door with the glass on a serving tray. You have five minutes before I arrive.”
I quickly ran downstairs to our kitchen, pulled a chilled bottle of champagne from the fridge, popped the cork and poured a tall glass. Our beautiful, shining ornate serving tray was already sat on the kitchen counter. Once I set the glass in the middle of it, I then bolted upstairs to remove my clothes and put my collar on. In the new play space we have a large set of drawers that keep our kink kit organised. I quickly found my collar, unscrewed the locking pin and screwed it back in place once it was around my neck. After months without any play sessions the feeling of the cold metal on my skin flooded my mind with memories from our old house. So many good memories. The ache between my legs from the involuntary bulge of my cock against the metal cage brought a smile to my face. The long wait was nearly over.
A glance at the clock in our hallway sent my pulse racing even more. Less than a minute to go. I flew down the stairs, carefully took the serving tray from the counter top and slowly walked down the hall to our front door. I heard the sound of a car down slam outside and my heart pounded in my chest with anticipation. The unmistakable click of high heels coming up the path to our front door made my back straighten and I stood to attention, my caged cock hanging exposed between my legs.
Something was different. My scrambled mind quickly tried to process what I’d just heard behind the door. Voices. More than one. I couldn’t hear clearly what they were saying, but it was clear that Mistress wasn’t alone. A key slid into the door lock and I noticed the handle turn. The door opened and a rush of cold air flew into our warm hallway.
Mistress K stepped through the door. She wore a floor length black coat that hugged her perfect body at the waist, highlighting her stunning hourglass figure. Shining black patent leather high heeled shoes caused the clicking sound I’d heard moments earlier. What wasn’t clear to me still was where the other voices had come from. The answer to this would present itself very soon.
She wheeled her small suitcase into the hallway and let go of the handle without so much as looking at me. Mistress took the glass from the tray, took a sip and turned in my direction. Her eyes pierced my soul when she looked at me. She had intent oozing out of her and my eyes quickly dropped to the floor.
“Is the new playroom ready?”
“Yes Mistress. It’s exactly as you wanted it,” I whimpered in response.
“Good boy. I’ve invited a friend. Go and get her a glass of champagne.”
Her. Was it another Mistress or possibly a submissive female joining us? Surely she wouldn’t allow a submissive to have a glass of champagne? Before I had a chance to find out I scuttled down the hallway way to pour another glass. The clatter of another pair of heels on the wooden floor filled my ears, followed by the sound of the door closing. I poured the champagne, put it on the serving tray and started to walk towards the front door.
Before me were three figures back lit by the lights in our hall. One was on their knees at the feet of another. As I slowly walked towards them I realised who was with us.
Mistress Adreena Angela is a stunning, leggy, tattooed red haired dominatrix. Her toned stocking-clad legs glistened under our hallway lights along with the very tall peep toe high heels on her expertly pedicured feet. A thick ¾ length coat covered her athletic frame. She held a metal leash in her left hand, which hung down to a thick leather collar firmly strapped around the neck of her submissive knelt before her.
I didn’t recognise the dark haired young woman kneeling on the floor, though with her head hung low it was initially difficult to tell. She wore a ¾ length red overcoat, which exposed the black lace stockings and suspenders on her legs leading down to a pair of red pointed high heels. A glint of light from the overhead lights drew my eyes to padlocks fixed around the straps on her ankles. They appeared to lock the shoes to her trembling body.
“Your champagne Mistress,” I announced as I stood before Mistress Adreena.
“You have him well trained. Good boy,” Mistress Adreena said with a smile to Mistress K.
I suddenly realised how exposed I was. Completely naked except from the cage controlling my pleasure. My heart rate increased and my focus shifted to maintaining good posture in front of two stunning goddesses to minimise any embarrassment I was feeling.
Mistress K placed her glass on the serving tray held in my hands and after Mistress Adreena took a sip of the fizzing champagne she did the same.
“Put those in the kitchen and return here to me. Understand?” Mistress K instructed. I nodded once and followed her orders.
“Remove my coat and put it on the coat stand by the door,” was my next command. Mistress K turned her back to me and I carefully removed her coat one arm at a time. Beneath her coat Mistress wore a tight black latex corset, a black pencil skirt with a zip up the front, and pristine stockings. The key to my cage still sat perfectly between her breasts as it did days ago before she left.
“Stand,” Mistress Adreena ordered her submissive with a finger placed under her chin. She rose from her knees, the metal leash clinking as it adjusted to the level change.
“Remove your coat and put it on the stand next to Mistress K’s, then remove my coat and do the same.” She started to pull her arms out of the coat before Mistress K interjected. “Slower,” was her instruction.
She slowly peeled the red overcoat off her shoulders revealing a red lace underwear set with her breasts bulging against the bra and the tight thong between her ass. A black suspender belt sat on her waist holding up the stockings I noticed while she was knelt. As she turned her face was illuminated by the hallway light. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders and her rosy red lipstick made me swallow hard. Both Mistresses turned towards me and I lowered my head in shame. Mistress K stepped forwards and locked a leash to the O-ring on my collar.
“Get on your knees and put your head to the floor,” Mistress K barked. I dropped to the ground and did exactly as I was told.
“Slave J, continue with your task,” Mistress Adreena demanded. I heard her remove Mistress Adreena’s coat and walk towards the coat stand.
“Upstairs, second room on the right. I’ll see you up there once I deal with this.”
“On your knees Slave J. You can crawl up the stairs behind me. Tonight your training will be taken to a new level. Let’s begin,” Mistress Adreena said with a confident and powerful tone. My cock bulged again. Lucky girl. She’s in for a treat.
High heels clicked on the wooden floor as Mistress Adreena ascended the wide stairs, the chain attached to her slaves collar jangling as she walked. The sound stopped after a short time and the hallway was silent.
“Have you missed me?” Mistress K asked. I nodded my head quickly. “Yes Mistress,” I replied.
Mistress sat on the stairs and pulled at the leash. “Come here,” she ordered. I crawled across the floor on my hands and knees ‘til I reached her glistening high heels.
“Mistress has been thinking about this all weekend. I think it’s an occasion that should be shared, so I invited Mistress Adreena over to share it with us. I would ask if you minded, but you don’t have a choice. She needs to continue training slave J and I thought this would be the perfect place to step it up. If you’re good and impress us all we might have a special treat for you. If you fail you will embarrass me and I’ll severely punish you. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress,” I acknowledged. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of my face. I was feeling the pressure.
“Clean my shoes. I want them to sparkle.” I immediately lapped my tongue over her black high heels and worked my way around them. As I craned my neck to get to her heel Mistress placed her shoe under my chin, lifted my head and pushed the heel into my willing mouth. The leash in her hand tightened and the heel forced its way deeper inside me. I cleaned both heels until Mistress was satisfied with the results.
“Good boy. Follow me. On your knees. Where you belong.”
A tug on the leash indicated it was time to go. Mistress’s newly cleaned heels click on the stairs and I crawled behind her, the hardwood floor making each movement uncomfortable. We reached the first floor landing and I crawled towards our playroom.
The closed door in front of us was painted black with a golden handle. Mistress K knocked on the door. “Please do come in,” was the response from Mistress Adreena. Mistress K opened the door and I got the first glimpse of Mistress Adreena. She wore a shiny, tight transparent black sleeveless dress that covered her neck and stopped just above her knees. Her breasts were clearly visible through the latex and they strained against the material. In her left hand a flogger dangled between her fingers and in her right she held a metal spider gag.
“Just about to begin. My apologies for the noise in advance. She’s a loud one,” Mistress Adreena said as she pursed her supple lips before a huge smile beamed across her face.
Mistress K walked into the room and pulled on the leash to indicate I should follow. Mistress stopped after a few steps and assessed the room before spinning around to confront me. My heart sank. What had I missed? My mind raced before the crack of a flogger in the far corner of the room grasped my attention. My head spun towards the sound before it was quickly grabbed by Mistress K and realigned towards her. She slowly bent down, the latex covering her body making a distinctive noise as she moved. Mistress leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s perfect. You will be rewarded for this. But first, in the spirit of the occasion, I think some strict discipline is in order to make sure we start on the right foot. I wouldn’t want Mistress Adreena to think that I’m soft on you and we want to set the right example for Slave J.” Mistress kissed me lightly on the side of my face and my balls ached. The anticipation of this night had built for months and it was finally here. Would my reward be a release and Mistress would allow me to cum?
Mistress K stood up and walked behind me running her fingers through my hair as she moved. A drawer opened behind me and closed.
On the opposite side of the room Mistress Adreena had slave J restrained to the spanking bench with her pert arse facing me, a well placed spotlight directly above them illuminating their scene for us to see clearly. She sauntered across the room, straddled the bench in her enormous heels and thrust the gag between the teeth of her writhing submissive. She stood back, let the flogger hang in her left hand and administered a number of harsh open hand strikes to the arse of slave J. With each strike she squealed and pulled against the restraints. The impacts gradually got more and more severe as the skin on her cheeks began to redden. I looked on from my knelt position on the floor wishing I was in her place, the ache between my legs building with each strike.
A sharp pull of my hair by Mistress K angled my head skywards and her eyes locked into mine. She smirked and knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Follow me,” she commanded and lead me towards the bed to the side of us.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” her voice suddenly strict and demanding. I did exactly what I was told as the sound of spanking and crying out reverberated around the room.
The first strike from Mistress K’s open hand on my arse gave me laser like focus. Everything else around me disappeared into a veil of darkness. The squeals regularly coming from slave J seemed to be immediately muted. The second strike made me relax and I felt my shoulders drop further into the velvet bedding under me. The impacts switched between my left and right arse cheeks with the severity slowly increasing. A good warm up before the harder implements were brought out I anticipated.
Without warning the spanking stopped and a gloved hand gripped my tender ball sack from behind. The pain stung and her grip tightened, which took me completely by surprise. My breathing quickened and I yelped out in pain. Her grip loosened briefly and her lubricated latex glove massaged my tingling balls before tugging them harder. Another yelp escaped my lips and Mistress released her fingers again. She backed away from the bed and lifted an object from a sideboard behind me. Her gloved finger suddenly slid between my tender arse cheeks into my puckered hole. A second finger quickly entered me and they began skilfully massaging my prostate.
A muffled moan vibrated around the room. The pulsating sound of a magic wand vibrator came from the direction of slave J, who was receiving a reward for the hand spanks she had endured. A thick leather belt held it in place on her inner right leg, which was spread wide on the spanking bench. I smiled at the sight and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. Once I opened them Mistress Adreena stood before me on the other side of the bed looking directly at me. Mistress K stopped abruptly and removed her fingers. They were swiftly replaced with a large metal anal plug, which was cold causing me to recoil and back into it unintentionally. Mistress Adreena cocked her head to the side and laughed, her sadistic propensity clear for me to see. Witnessing her enjoyment at my current predicament was a truly euphoric feeling and the throbbing between my parted legs reinforced that.
Mistress Adreena quickly turned and strutted back to her shuddering submissive, turning the vibrator power off as slave J begged in any way that she could be allowed to climax. A steady flow of spit cascaded from her wide open mouth in front of her into a tray on the floor and her restrained body convulsed uncontrollably.
“That was just a taste. Cum without permission and it will be the last time you do for a long time. Do you understand?” Mistress Adreena declared. Slave J bowed her head in defeat and any pleasure she felt moments earlier quickly dissipated. Her elegant dominant lifted a thin wooden cane from a rack beside her and administered 10 even strikes across her slaves flushed arse. Each strike evoked a more intense reaction than the last as the redness got deeper and darker. Mistress Adreena expertly wielded her artistic tools to rapidly transform a pearly white canvass into a colourful masterpiece. Bruises started to form where before there were none. It was a joy to observe from my vantage point close by.
Enjoying the story so far? You can read part 2 now.
Thank you so much for the permission from Mistress Adreena Angela to include her in this story. You can find her on Twitter, Instagram or book a session with her at her London Studio Inanna via her website.
The incredible artwork of Mistress Adreena and Mistress K is by the super talented Soushiyo. Follow him on Bluesky or on Patreon.
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