This is part 2/3 of our chastity and FemDom story featuring Mistress Adreena. If you missed the first part you can read part one here.
Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.
“On your feet, slave,” Mistress K commanded. The leash attached to me stiffened and I was forced to my feet.
“Kneel in the corner, face against the wall. You’ve seen enough for now. You’ll see plenty more later.” Mistress K pointed towards the corner of the room and I scuttled towards it conscious of the large anal plug now deep inside me. My legs naturally stayed slightly parted to accommodate what I thought was a simple plug, but a piece of cold metal brushed against my lower back shocking me. Lowering myself to the floor the sensation perished and I was left to wonder what I’d felt.
A long floor length metal linked chain hung from the suspension point above me, which jangled when Mistress K took it in her hand and moved it behind my back.
“Face against the floor, arms behind you.” I obeyed without hesitation.
Harsh metal handcuffs were locked to my wrists and fixed with a padlock to the chain above and behind me. A large weight was locked to the bottom of the metal chain, so there was nowhere for me to go. I was trapped here with my arse in the air and my face pressed firming against the floor. Exposed for everyone to see. How humiliating.
With no sight of what was going on around me I could only listen to the cries from slave J and cracking noises from the whip Mistress Adreena was now using to administer further discipline to her submissive. The only other sound I could make out was a number of drawers opening and closing.
A silky black rope was thrown over the suspension point above my head and tied firmly behind me. It then tightened and I realised that the metal anal plug had a hook attached to it. My tender arse was hoisted further into the air before it stopped short and the rope fixed in place to a bracket on the wall. Before I had time to adjust to my new predicament a shiny red ball gag was forced between my lips and locked behind my head.
“I don’t want to hear a sound from you. It’s time for slave J to experience exactly what it’s like to serve two goddesses. Shame you can’t watch. It’s going to be a new level of her training that she’ll never forget. I’ll deal with you later.”
Mistress K walked over to the spanking bench and marvelled at the sight before her. The once perfectly clear rear of slave J was purple with fresh bruises caused by the sharp and scathing wrath of Mistress Adreena’s wooden cane, short flogger and finally a single tail whip.
“May I?” Mistress K enquired turning her wide eyes towards slave J, who quivered on the bench after the beating she’d taken.
“Absolutely. Care to trade?” Mistress Adreena responded.
“Not yet. Let him struggle for a while.”
“Shall I make it a little more uncomfortable for him?” Mistress Adreena questioned.
“That will certainly make the wait that much more uncomfortable,” Mistress K replied joyfully, looking at something I couldn’t see in Mistress Adreena’s hands.
The click of heels behind me drove blood coursing towards my locked cock. Mistress Adreena placed a box between my spread legs and a vibrating magic wand sat comfortably on top of it. With the flick of a switch on the device a slow whirring noise was directly followed by sensual vibrations through the metal cock cage. She leaned in closely, the tight latex adorning her body brushing up against my shivering skin.
“You’ve been a very good boy. I’ve been watching you. Do not cum before we give you permission and you’ll be rewarded. Mistress K and I discussed your reward before we arrived. You won’t be disappointed. She’s told me excellent things about your training and obedience. I’m impressed. Keep it up.”
Mistress Adreena’s sensual style immediately put me at ease. My heart rate slowed, I breathed more comfortably through the ball gag in my mouth and my aching muscles relaxed. She ran a sharp nail up my inner thigh towards the cage hanging between my legs and teased the cock contained in it. The vibrator continued to pulse and torment me. Pre-cum dribbled out the end of the cage, which Mistress Adreena noticed. She scooped up the fluid before it hit the floor on the tip of her finger, pulled the gag in my mouth out slightly and rubbed it into my tongue.
“Good boy,” she whispered into my ear before standing up and giving the silky rope holding my anal plug a brief tug. I screamed wildly as my arsehole widened and it pressed firmly into my prostate.
All of a sudden the room had an eerie calm about it, the only sound breaking the silence was the vibrator buzzing repeatedly between my legs. Mistress Adreena knelt down again.
“I’m sure your Mistress instructed you not to make a solitary sound. Did I make a mistake, or did you just disobey her?” Her tone had changed. The soft, gentle whispering I heard moments earlier were replaced by those of a strict disciplinarian. My heart sank and I could feel the palpitations in my chest building rapidly. I lost control and spit dribbled from my gagged mouth onto the carpet below me. I nodded to confirm her suspicions.
“We’ll deal with you shortly,” Mistress Adreena said through gritted teeth.
Cold. Strict. Unforgiving. Her words taunted me for the next half hour or so while I waited, my mind dashing through the endless tortures the Mistresses could come up with that I’d have to endure to make up for my indiscretion.
Mistress Adreena glided back over the soft red carpet to join Mistress K at the spanking bench, where she held a knife in a gloved hand. Its metal blade sparkled under the spotlight and the deep red wooden handle glowed invitingly in her palm.
“The pleasure should be all yours,” Mistress K said offering the knife to Mistress Adreena.
“Inviting us into this beautiful play space is a real treat. The pleasure should be all yours.” Mistress K smiled, closed her manicured hand around the handle of the knife and spanked slave J with her open palm skimming the edge of her right buttock. The once relaxed and rested submissive sprang back to life and gripped her fingers tightly into a ball to manage the stinging pain. A high pitched wail emanated from her red lips as Mistress K repeated the suffering, clearly unhappy with the muted response she’d garnered from the first impact.
“That’s better,” she beamed.
Mistress Adreena unlocked the cuffs attached to her submissives wrists and ankles before ordering her to get down on the floor on her knees with them spread apart and her arse sat on her heels. She gently lifted herself up from the bench, clearly feeling the effects of sub drop. The glassy look in her eyes and tentative movement were an obvious tell. Carefully she got onto the carpeted floor and followed the instructions, a thin layer of sweat gleaming on her naked flesh.
“Isn’t she a good girl” Mistress K proclaimed.
“No. This one’s naughty. So many infractions to my rules this week,” Mistress Adreena replied with disappointment oozing out of her.
“She masterbated 8 times and ejaculated 4 times. All without permission. If she can’t control her impulses I must take that option away from her.”
Slave J hung her head in shame, a substantial amount of drool flowing down her chin from her wide spread mouth onto the lace bra covering her breasts.
“What a mess you look,” Mistress K declared in a loud, projecting voice. This was intentional. It was like she wanted the world to know.
“You look pathetic. A filthy slut that can’t control her urges and forces me to deal with your lack of control for you. You’d suck that disobedient slaves cock if it wasn’t locked away wouldn’t you, whore!” Mistress Adreena chimed in with some harsh words. I expected to hear tears, but the sound that emitted from the mouth of slave J was that of joy and excitement. Her breathing quickened and she nodded her head towards the Mistresses stood before her eagerly. She was getting off on the degradation.
In a flash, Mistress K leaned down, put the knife behind slave J’s bra and cut it between her flushed breasts. It instantly fell away at the front revealing a pierced set of nipples and her natural perky breasts sat perfectly on her chest. Mistress K then gripped the shocked submissives hair in her left hand, forced her head forward and to the floor then with expert precision cut the thong between her bruised arse in two. It fell to the floor, exposing a cleanly shaved vagina.
While this was going on, Mistress Adreena walked over to the implements that the Mistresses had preselected for the next level of slave J’s training. A colourful silicone anal plug, nipple clamps, a pair of metal handcuffs, a further pair of arm restraints, a spreader bar with large cuffs attached at each end, a leather crop, two small floggers and a small weight with a clip attached to the top. Two strapon harnesses sat beside them with a selection of dildos in increasing sizes. A large brown cardboard box was retrieved from under the bed and placed next to slave J, her body now presented openly to the room.
Mistress Adreena took the spreader bar, nipple clamps and the weight in her hands. Mistress K cut the brown cardboard box open and stood, walking confidently towards the set of drawers where the implements were lined up. She retrieved the metal handcuffs and arm restraints before sauntering behind slave J and kneeling on the floor. Both Mistresses nodded in unison and proceeded with their plan.
“Hands behind your back. Elbows together,” Mistress K commanded. Slave J did as she was told. The metal handcuffs were secured to her wrists and the arm restraints were tightly fastened between her elbows forcing her shoulders back and lifting her breasts. Once this was completed Mistress Adreena pinched slave J’s nipples, attached the nipple clamps and watched on as slave J’s pupils dilated and her eyes rolled. The spreader bar was fixed between her thighs close to the knee and the straps at each end were clamped shut. Being sat back on her knees, the high heels behind her dug into the bruised flesh of her rear.
Mistress Adreena looked directly into slave J’s eyes and spat in her face. She then dropped the small weight onto the chain between her nipple clamps. The pain drew tears. Uncontrollable emotions poured out of her. The moans grew louder with each second that passed.
“You’re an embarrassment to me. Do you understand, you filthy slut? You were instructed not to touch yourself this week, let alone orgasm. This behaviour will not be tolerated. I told you earlier that today would be a new level of your training. You’re about to find out exactly what I have in mind”.
Mistress K opened the flaps on the cardboard box and Mistress Adreena lifted the contents from inside it. A shining metal chastity belt was the surprise. Slave J’s eyes widened and she shook her head from side to side.
“Please no!” I heard through muffled screams. The tears flowed again and she gasped for air between each sob.
The sleek chastity belt Mistress Adreena had chosen for slave J was shiny metal with a black rubber internal finish, a locking access plate at the front and a ring hole at the rear. It was held together with a hidden internal lock at the front of the belt.
Slave J continued to cry and strained against her restraints.
“Those tears make my pussy wet you worthless piece of shit. Cry harder for me,” laughed Mistress Adreena. The tears continued, but the excitement and thrill it brought to her made her instantly wet with pleasure. The mix of humiliation she felt and the satisfaction evident on Mistress Adreena’s face brought on cravings to touch herself intimately, but the restraints quickly reminded her that this wasn’t possible. Soon, this wouldn’t be happening for a long time, or until she’d proved to her goddess that she was capable of following orders.
Mistress Adreena turned the key in the lock located at the front of the chastity belt and it snapped open.
I’d heard this sound before and it nearly caused me to hit the point of no return. Pre-cum dribbled out of the cage again. This time it wasn’t noticed and I was left to leak onto the floor. The isolation and lack of attention drove me crazy. I was feeling intense jealousy, anger, fear of what was to come, lonely, resentful for the play that was going on around me, incredibly lucky, heightened physical pain, emotionally vulnerable, exposed and pride. An emotional roller coaster that I didn’t ever want to end.
The sobbing had relegated to a sad whimper behind me. Slave J seemed to give in to the choices Mistress Adreena had made for her. Between the Mistresses they fitted the chastity belt to Slave J’s now sodden and drained body with little resistance. Once it was tightened around her waist Mistress Adreena inserted the metal key, turned it in the lock and removed it. She took a thin silver chain from around her neck, slid the key onto it and reattached it around her neck.
“That’s much better. See, I don’t have to worry about you misbehaving anymore. No masterbation without permission. No going to the toilet without permission. These are my rules. As punishment for failing to follow the simple rules I set for you. You’ll live with me for 1 week. You’ll act as my personal maid and sleep on the floor at the end of my bed. If you fail to follow as much as one command you’ll sleep in the cage in the basement playroom. Is that understood slave?”
Slave J looked down at the chastity belt fitted tightly around her slim waist. There was nothing she could do trapped in this metal prison for at least a week with no chance of fingering herself. Any fight that was left in her melted away and she nodded, a defeated submissive.
“Mistress K, please remove the gag from her mouth. I want to hear her say it,” Mistress Adreena requested. The metal spider gag was removed and a deep gasp for air followed. Some freedom at last.
“Well? Do you understand you disobedient tart?” Mistress Adreena barked, clearly expecting to not have to prompt her for the answer. This was immediately followed by an open hand slap across her face.
“Yes madam,” slave J managed, her brief reply full of dejection and smarting pain from the slap.
“Good. Follow every command I give to you for the next 7 days and you’ll be rewarded with a short release. We’ll reassess your progress then and not before.” Mistress Adreena fingered the key held on a chain around her neck in front of slave J to tease her. Over time she’ll appreciate the power this gesture has over those wearing a chastity device I thought. Our chosen (or self appointed) keyholder with full control over our genital pleasure has immeasurable power over us that I thrive on. Lucky young lady I imagined. She’s in for quite a week.
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 here.
The incredible artwork of Mistress Adreena and Mistress K is by the super talented Soushiyo. Follow him on Twitter here.
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