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Chastity and FemDom Tasks List Story - Part 5

Welcome to part 5 of our chastity and FemDom tasks multi-part story. Have you missed the first four parts and want to start at the beginning? Please go back and read part one here

Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.

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The first handful of impacts with the first paddle were measured, nothing too severe. A few cracks formed in the wax sheet that covered my cheeks, which acted like a protective barrier for my skin. Then the intensity and power with which she connected on the following strikes increased steadily, paying close attention to my moans and groans. The wax started to disappear and the thudding paddle broke through, a flat stroke that made me wince. As more of the wax chipped away and splintered off flying in all directions there was now nothing to protect me from her vicious intent.

“Keep your legs nice and tight slave D. I want you to keep your ass exactly where it is. It looks so curvy and inviting. Your asshole full of cock. I think it would look much prettier with my cock right up inside you,” she said then beat me with the paddle, grouping her strikes to target my most sensitive spots. Each time the paddle pounded my shaking butt I tightened forcing my cock in and out of slave G’s cavernous mouth. She gurgled and choked each time it happened, her body convulsing below me. I didn’t feel too sorry for her as I could clearly see what was about to happen to her.

Walking up behind her was Mistress K now adorning an 8 inch flesh coloured dildo held securely in place in her brown leather strap-on harness. She smeared a thick layer of lubricant over her cock, bent her knees slightly and rested the head of her cock against slave G’s soaking wet cunt. Taking a glance up and seeing me looking down at her, Mistress K entered her play pet fiercely and started thrusting her butt in a mesmerising rhythm. The willing blonde slave took every inch of Mistress K’s inside her, her tongue flicking my shaft everytime she was penetrated.

Mistress A gave me very little time to enjoy the hard fucking Mistress K was giving to slave G. She switched to a smaller, thinner paddle and again went to work on my ass. This time the impacts stung a lot more and I could hear her giggling every time my heels fleetingly dropped, hovering perilously over the spikes below them. My cries got louder with each stinging blow.

“FUCK,” I blurted out, the pain making me lose my composure. Mistress A stopped spanking me with the paddle.

“Naughty boy,” she remarked. “Let's see if you can figure out what I’m writing on your peachy ass cheeks slave D. Call out the letter at the end of each one.” She dug the pointed corner of her paddle into my left cheek and, with the precision of an artist, dragged the corner of the sharp wooden paddle in a swirling pattern down my skin. It hurt. A lot.

“S,” I screamed. “Good,” she responded. This time she pulled the paddle harshly vertically then horizontally down the same cheek.

“L,” I called out. “Very good.” The next scratching pull from the paddle moved to my right cheek. A flowing move that started at the top of my cheek, reached the bottom then curved back upwards.

“U.” “Well done. Just one more to go. Can you guess what it is yet?”

“SLUT, Mistress A,” was my reply. “That’s correct!” she shouted then, with two severe movements, wrote out the T across my shaking ass. The pain caused by the final letter broke me and I dropped my heels onto the spikes. The sharp agony instinctively made me hop back onto the balls of my feet.

“Lift your right foot so that your sole is facing me,” the wicked sadist ordered. Hovering on one very unstable foot I raised the other and the cackling domme grabbed it in her hand. She cracked the thin paddle across the sole of my foot, my hips flopping and my hard cock gobbled up by slave G with zero resistance. The o-ring gag that kept her mouth pried wide open didn’t give her much of a choice.

“Now the other foot,” she instructed. I carefully lowered my smarting foot making sure that I didn’t put it down on top of the spikes then raised my other foot, which was now shaking knowing what she was about to do to it.

CRACK

Mistress A brought the paddle down on my sole with such force that I nearly kneed poor slave G in the head. Fortunately I didn’t and she was able to continue enjoying the earnest fucking Mistress K gave her. I saw her pull the tip of her cock out of slave G’s now sopping wet pussy then ram it eagerly back inside her. The cute blonde toy jolted and thrashed her body and her stuffed butt bounced with glee when Mistress K slapped it with an open palm.

CRACK

One final hard slap from the paddle and it then fell to the floor.

“Put your foot down slave D,” she panted. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her walk away across the dungeon. Mistress K turned to see what she was doing, not breaking her rhythm once, her bubble butt keeping a steady thrusting motion. She smiled and turned to look at me.

“I think you might enjoy what’s coming next, slave D,” she said with a hint of sarcasm. My static neck couldn’t turn enough to see what Mistress A was doing, so I was in the dark for my next adventure. I heard the zip on her bag open or close and a door open, probably to our outfits and shoes wardrobe, then slam shut. She was over there for a few minutes, Mistress K continuing to spank and thrust into slave G. Metal heels strolling elegantly towards me broke my attention away from the filthy scene taking place below me. Mistress K glanced over at her and smiled again.

“Do you think he’s going to be able to take all of that?” she asked with an air of disbelief in her voice.

“We’re about to find out,” Mistress A replied as she walked very casually over to Mistress K. The first thing that appeared in my eye line was a huge, thick 10” black rubber cock. It was attached to a black leather strappy strap-on harness that was tied tightly around Mistress A’s waist, hips and muscular thighs. I gulped, both Mistresses laughing at me when they saw my reaction. In one hand she carried a large bottle of lube and in the other she held a pair of lockable glossy pink patent leather high heels. My heels. The heels Mistress K usually locks me in when we do sissy training.

Spinning expertly on the spot in her own heels Mistress A turned to face me then disappeared behind me out of my view.

“I’m going to move the spikes below your feet. You’re going to raise your feet one by one just like before so that I can lock you in these heels. Now, lift your left foot for me.” I heard the spiked cuffs slide across the floor toward the wall then raised my foot. My demanding dominant slipped my toes into the heels for me, pulled the ankle strap tightly closed and put a padlock into the exposed metal loop. The padlock clicked shut and she repeated the process for my right foot. I now tottered feebly in my heels to gain my balance. I felt a hand press faintly in the middle of my back then the clip attached to my collar came loose. She carefully slid the metal hook out of my ass, my hole still gaping after having it stretched for a few hours.

“It doesn’t look like you’ll need me to stretch you open slave D,” she teased then spat into my flushed asshole. “Good, because I’m really quite keen to get my cock in your ass.”

I felt the bulbous head of the strap-on cock nest between my cheeks at the opening of my hole. A spatter of lube glazed the matte black rubber and Mistress A put her hand on my right shoulder.

“Take a big breath slave D, I’m going to thrust this cock deep into you now.” And with that final statement, she did. As the head of her cock penetrated my arsehole I thought she might split me wide open, the enormous head expanding my well trained ass. Her thick cock kept going further inside me, pushed ever deeper by Mistress A finding little resistance from her paralysed fuck toy.

4 inches…5 inches…

I impulsively whimpered and Mistress A clenched my shoulder with her hand to acknowledge the noises.

6 inches…7 inches…

The biggest cock I’d ever taken was around 8 inches. Mistress K has been training me to take ever increasing sizes both orally and anally, but it was looking like new territory would be reached.

7.5 inches…8 inches…

The monster cock pulled out of me then violently thrust back inside me. She gripped my other shoulder and got into a dancing pattern, her tight ass popping backwards then upwards to ensure her weapon kissed my prostate with each dynamic manoeuvre. The powerful Goddess picked up the tempo making sure that I knew exactly who was in charge. Everytime her strong thighs cracked into the back of my legs my knees buckled in the stiletto heels and my cock propelled forwards into orgasming slave G’s mouth. If it wasn’t for the metal gag I’m almost sure that she would have bitten my cock off.

In perfect synchronicity both Mistresses fucked their respective slave’s, Mistress K poking her dick into slave G’s vagina and Mistress A into my loose asshole.

8.5 inches…

And that’s when it happened.

There was nothing I could do.

“Please, no,” I wailed…

I felt a growing sense of doom. My pounded prostate throbbed and sent an unwelcome message to my flapping scrotum. It’s time…and there’s nothing you’re going to do to stop it. My stomach contorted and my head spun. I was falling, but this was the very best kind of falling. Sub space was my new domain and I never wanted to leave. My visit there was about to be ruined and it was all my stupid, pathetic lack of control that would cause it.

“I know that look,” Mistress K said with a frown, still hammering away with her cock.

Thick loads of hot spunk ejaculated out of my cock and quickly filled the condom encasing it. Each time Mistress A forced her cock inside me another juicy rope of cum fired out of me. I was helpless to stop it and the shame of my insubordination made me cry instantaneously.

“I told you he wouldn’t be able to control himself,” Mistress K said laughing at me as she reached around slave G’s vibrating thighs to rub her engorged clit.

Mistress A kept thrusting. “It doesn’t matter, he’s here only as a piece of meat for me to use and abuse,” she said, again powering her long member into my convulsing asshole. My balls ached and throbbed, happy to have emptied themselves after 5 days of denial. Then she stopped and pulled her cock out of me. She bent down at my side, pulled my now shrinking cock out of slave G’s mouth and carefully removed the condom.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me. Tongue out,” she demanded with an irate expression on her face. I stuck my tongue out and curved the tip upwards. Mistress A turned the condom upside down and poured the contents onto my tongue and into my mouth.

“Swallow. Don’t miss a drop or I’ll make what’s going to happen next even more challenging and painful for you. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, closed my lips and gulped down a mouthful of warm cum then presented my clean tongue for her to inspect. She again reached down to my cock, rubbed the slimy cum from my shaft and pushed her wet fingers down into my throat.

“Lick them clean. I told you, you’re going to swallow every last drop. Lick them,” she bellowed, my tongue complying with the order by swirling between her fingers to make sure I’d cleaned her thoroughly.

“Mistress K, would you mind helping me remove this woeful excuse of a slave from the stocks so I can teach him a lesson please?”

“Happy to,” Mistress K answered. “I’ll be back for you shortly,” Mistress K said to slave G, spanking her playfully on the ass as she slid her cock out of the oblivious submissive. Slave G was in a different world in that moment, her clamped nipples shuddering every few seconds.

Both dominants stood on each side of the stock, raised the top and I lifted my hooded head and hands out of the gaps so that they could drop it back down into place.

“Get on your knees and crawl over there to face the wall. Now,” she screamed. Mistress A pointed to the wall by the rubber matts where she’d played with me earlier in the evening. “Don’t look in the mirror, face the wall,” she screamed again when I arrived on the mat. She marched over to me with purpose, put her hand on my head and pulled me across the floor until my eyes were an inch from the concrete wall. “Don’t move,” she shrieked, turned and wandered away then quickly returned.

“Up, Crouch down on your heels, knees wide apart, hands on your head. Remain facing the wall until I tell you otherwise.” I silently got up onto my feet, dug my high heels into the floor, dropped my smarting arse down onto the heels and clasped my hands together on top of my head.

“Do you have any rice please, Mistress K?” my angry domina asked.

“Bottom of the cabinet in the drawer on the right,” she replied. I heard her totter over to the cabinet and pull open a few of the drawers. I kept staring at the grey concrete wall. My knees shook, still feeling the effects of Mistress A drilling my hole.

“Once you’ve dealt with him could you help me drag this messy slut over to the spanking bench please, Mistress A?” Mistress K shouted behind me.

“Gladly,” she responded, standing a few metres behind me.

“Slave D. Stand up and come to me,” my exasperated domme shouted. Getting up to stand was very challenging. My thighs were on fire, the combined impact of my day now taking its toll on my body. I eventually stood up tall and turned around. She stood glaring at me, her heeled feet and arms both crossed. She’d laid out a number of items on the floor in front of her underneath the hanging winch. She took one look at me, then pointed to the floor at her feet. Keeping my hands on my head I walked quickly to her, my high heel training coming in very good use. She bent her knees and elegantly knelt down to retrieve a bottle of water that she’d put on the floor.

“Drink this,” she ordered. I opened my mouth and chugged half the bottle in one go then handed it back to her. She walked away and put it on the floor next to the door.

“Offer your wrists to me,” was her next instruction. I took them off my head and held them out in front of me. Without a word she picked up some leather cuffs from the floor and strapped them to my wrists. Her gorgeous arse then wiggled away, the black thong cutting in between her cheeks, over to the metal crank to drop it down. With a few spins the winch lowered to my waist height.

“Attach the d-rings on your cuffs and hold your wrists out in front of you.” Her tone was sharp, cold, bossy. Once I’d clipped both cuffs to the dangling hook she pulled the crank in the opposite direction. My arms rose with the hook until they were up above my head.

“Spread your legs apart. More…more…more…there. Stay exactly where you are.” I balanced on my heels just beyond shoulder width apart. As she very slowly stepped towards me I suddenly felt very exposed. My limp cock drooped pitifully between my legs showing no sign of life. With each purposeful step that she took, the fear inside me grew. My heart fluttered and I almost lost my balance when, in a swift attacking motion, Mistress A raised her knee towards me cock, stopping short an inch from my trembling balls. She giggled and knelt down to the floor.

“Open wide for me slave D,” Mistress A asked as she rose back up. I stretched my lips and poked my tongue out flat. She held a flat polished steel plate with leather straps attached to each side.

“This should keep your mouth occupied for a while,” she purred then pushed the tongue suppressing gag into my hole. Her nimble fingers quickly secured the straps behind my head, looked down at the darkening marks on my ass and looked very pleased with her handy work. I tried to swallow, but the gag prevented it. Instead, I felt moisture building up in my mouth and I began drooling down my chin.

There was one final thing before she left me to join Mistress K. She retrieved a bag of rice from the leather chair, opened it and poured around half on the mat in front of me. Once she’d returned the bag to the cabinet Mistress A sauntered over to the crank and again lowered the winch using the mechanical crank.

“Get down on your knees, slave D. I want you to rest your knees on the rice. It’s going to hurt,” she mocked as she turned the crank a few more times. I’ve experienced this before and didn’t like it one bit. Gingerly, with a little resistance, I knelt onto the rice. The sharp, uneven edges cut and dug into my skin. Trying to be careful where I planted my knees was futile. It was everywhere and hurt like hell.

“Knees apart,” demanded Mistress A as she looked at me struggling. I spread them slowly, the rice scratching and prodding at my stinging skin. She turned the crack and my wrists hoisted straight up over my head.

“This is what happens to slaves who disobey me, slave D. I’m really quite eager to play with slave G, so I’d consider this is you getting off lightly. I could have shocked your balls, flogged you, figged you, pierced your nipples or cock. No wait, you hate ice don’t you. How do you feel about me zip tying a bag of ice to your balls?” My bulging eyes clearly indicated that I wouldn’t enjoy that at all.

“Not this time. You’ll have to excuse me, I have a slutty girl to play with. Enjoy the show.” Before turning to leave me the evil dominatrix kicked me hard in the balls with the top of her high high. I screamed into the metal gag, which pressed tightly over my lips. Spit dribbled uncontrollably from my mouth and began covering my chest. As I writhed around in pain she dug her heel into my thigh forcing my knee onto the spikey rice.

“This will teach you not to disappoint me ever again.”

She turned and casually strolled over to Mistress K, who had been watching the whole time. Both goddesses walked to each side of the wooden stock. Slave G’s head was slumped in the stocks, her gaping mouth drooling all over the floor in a similar way to mine. The dommes lifted the wooden stocks and helped slave G remove her head and wrists. She sat on the floor trembling with both Mistresses towering over her. I could see her nod her head a few times as they spoke to her. Her perky tits bounced up and down as she nodded her head again. Mistress A bent down to comfort her, running her hand through her hair then stroking her face. She looked happy and very content. That was until Mistress A pulled her hair and slapped her face. She forcefully dragged the surprised blonde submissive up to her feet by her hair and marched her over to the red leather topped spanking bench, her silver glimmering stilettos clicking furiously on the floor. Mistress K followed behind them looking amused. Mistress A pushed her new dumbstruck toy onto the bench and, between the two mistresses, she was fastened to it with long, sturdy leather straps. They tied down her ankles, thighs, calves and one longer strap secured her chest flat against the flat top surface.

“I’ll get the cuffs,” Mistress K announced as she picked some padded cuffs from a wall hook. They each strapped the cuffs to slave G’s wrists then clipped them with metal snap clips to the side of the bench legs.

“Do you want me to fuck your whore mouth with the same dirty cock I fucked slave D’s ass with?” Mistress A asked the slave girl, clearly not caring what response she received. The bewildered slave nodded her head up and down enthusiastically, now drooling on the soft leather surface below her face.

“I’m not sure this thick cock will fit inside that pretty mouth of yours. What a shame. No matter, I’ve got something more tasty for you to suck on.” Mistress A began to undo the straps on her strap-on harness as she sailed past me towards the wardrobe. As I watched Mistress K lubricate her strap-on cock again and make her way behind the restrained and spread legs of slave G Mistress A appeared next to me giving me a fright.

“How did I forget,” she whispered in my ear. “That useless excuse for a cock shouldn’t be allowed to be free to get erect again watching what delicious violence we’re about to inflict on her. Time for you to go back in your cage.” With that she moved round to stand above me and bent down to my smoothly shaved cock and balls.

“This won’t hurt one bit,” she said with a now familiar mischievous grin on her face. She pulled up my sagging balls with one hand and skillfully pushed my cock and balls through the back ring with the other. Feeling her warm hands around my cock excited me and my cock began to resist by getting erect.

“I don’t think so,” Mistress A teased, raising her eyebrow at me in disgust. She pushed the cage over my head then forced it back into the back ring until it was correctly aligned. She then pushed the button down on the top of this new cage and it locked securely. No more erections for a while.

“See, isn’t it much easier for you when you don’t have that ugly, pitiful cock to think about?” She tapped the clear plastic cage now imprisoning my cock with her fingernails.

“Before I go, there’s something I found in the drawers over there that I’ve been desperate to try on someone for a long time. It just so happens that you’re tightly tied up here and will willingly do anything for me won’t you. Let’s see how this feels.” She cupped my balls, making me wince. I fully expected her to crush my balls in her hand, but instead she wrapped a soft piece of leather around them. It felt nice, but then it started to clamp around them like a snake squeezing its prey. She pressed three studs into some pressed holes in the leather and pulled down on an attached metal chain. The ball parachute she’d picked out of the drawer crushed me and the pain was continuous.

“I’m going to attach this long chain to the end and take it with me over there,” she said pointing over to the spanking bench. “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist you see and I quite like performing for an audience. You’re my audience of one tonight slave D. Keep watching and I won’t have to do this,” her voice turning deadly serious as she yanked down hard on the metal ring at the bottom of the parachute. My eyes watered and tears trickled down my cheeks.

“Fuck that’s hot. Don’t forget, all eyes on me or I’ll do it again,” which she did, again tugging hard on the base of the parachute. I spluttered and coughed, split gushing out of my mouth. She fastened the chain to the parachute and skipped over to Mistress K, the sparking chain dragging on the floor behind her. I only hoped that it would reach all the way over to the spanking bench instead of stopping short before she got there. With the speed she was moving I was afraid that she might pull my scrotum off and take it with her. Fortunately it did reach and she wrapped the end of the chain around her wrist.

“What do you have in mind for poor little slave G here, Mistress A,” Mistress K asked. “Mouth, cunt or ass? Please, your choice.”

“Mouth please, Mistress K,” she beamed.

“Excellent choice. Do you want the gag left in or would you prefer that it was taken out?”

“I think I’m going to remove it for what I have in mind for her,” Mistress A smirked as she leaned over and undid the buckle holding the o-ring gag in place then wrenched it out of her mouth. Slave G gasped for air and licked her lips.

“Thank you, Mistress,” slave G managed to say.

“Good girl,” Mistress A said, her eyes softening as the beautiful domme stroked her face.

“Did it hurt having that nasty metal gag in for so long? I know that you’re a horny cock slut, but mean Mistress K had your mouth stretched very wide for such a long time. Do you need a rest sweetheart?” Slave G relaxed and rested her face into Mistress A’s hand. I smelt a trap.

“It’s OK, beautiful girl. I’m here now to look after you. Oh look, you still have a thick cock in your ass. Do you want me to take it out for you?

“Yes please, Mistress. Thank you,” she said sweetly, her lips quivering thanks to the mercy Mistress A was showing her. Big mistake.

“Of course I’ll do that for you. Come here, let me give you my breasts to rest on. You must be so tired after those orgasms I saw Mistress K extracting from you.” Mistress A put one hand behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell onto the floor in front of her revealing her huge GG size tits. Her nipples were bullet hard and they sat up perfectly on her chest. As she leaned her ample chest forwards the busty femdom looked over at me, winked and pulled the chain. As I began to bawl Mistress A snatched poor slave G’s hair and squashed her face and nose between her tits, smothering her. I knew exactly what that felt like and couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the predicament she now found herself in. Slave G thrashed around wildly and her whole body convulsed, her slender arms uselessly trying to grapple with the cuffs but to no avail.

“Would you kindly pull the plug out of her ass and stick your cock in there please Mistress K?” the commanding dominant asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Mistress K joyfully accepted. Before removing the thick purple anal plug Mistress K cleaned her cock with a wipe, reapplied some lube then plucked it from slave G’s ass.

“See,” she said, releasing slave G from her stranglehold, “I told you that I’d remove that plug from your ass. What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she barely managed, sucking wind into her lungs as quickly as the panting girl could.

“Very good. Now, Mistress K has a nice, big surprise for you. I’ll give you a hint, it’s going in your ass,” she said with a laugh and again forced slave G’s head down between her breasts cutting off her breathing as Mistress K sank her thick cock into the helpless girl's stretched asshole. More full body spasms and shuddering, flailing her arms trying to release herself.

“OK, OK. Put your mouth on my nipple and lick it,” Mistress A ordered as she pulled herself away then put her breast next to slave G’s mouth. “Go on, suck on my nipple. Not too hard, these babies can get quite sensitive. Speaking of which, how are your nipples feeling now slave G,” she asked with a tug on the nipple clamp chain. The squeak that escaped slave G’s lips followed by a comforting moan filled the whole room, the sounds reverberating around me.

Mistress K began to violate slave G’s butt, speeding up the pace of her lunges and stabbing her rubber cock quickly in and out of it.

“Tongue my nipple you fucking whore,” Mistress A yelled at the top of her voice. “You don’t want to end up like useless slave D over there with his cock locked, his balls wrapped and kneeling on rice do you? Do you want me to lock you in a chastity belt with a huge metal plug filling your ass all day? Only releasing you once a year to play with yourself for 30 seconds then being locked up tight again? No? Well do as I say and I’ll look more leniently on you screwing up. Flick your wet tongue over my nipple. Don’t make me pull on that chain again!” This tirade snapped slave G’s focus back to the task she’d be ordered to do, and do it she did. She looked up at Mistress A, flicked then swirled her tongue over the topless female dominants nipple.

“Oh that feels good,” Mistress A fed back to her. “Fuck, that feels REALLY good,” she said pushing her tit into the tongue-happy slaves mouth. “You like having your mouth full don’t you? Dirty hussy. Stop.” With that Mistress A took a step back from the bench, unclipped her suspenders and slid the black thong down her luscious legs onto the floor. She then side straddled the spanking bench, expertly flicked one leg over slave G’s head and pushed her now bare vagina into slave G’s lips.

“Tongue out. Make me cum,” she seductively challenged her toy spreading her labia with two fingers. Slave G’s moist tongue flicked her clitoris and lapped it intently, keeping a very steady and consistent pattern and tempo. Initially her flicking licks were slow and intentional, but she then sped up gradually, rolling her tongue around her Mistress’s clit provoking Mistress A to grab her submissive’s blonde hair. It was working and the controlling domme’s chest flushed. Slave G ably upped the speed again sensing that her well practised pussy licking technique was going to claim another prize. Not even the hard, deep onslaught from Mistress K’s cock was going to stop her.

“Yes, right there,” Mistress A moaned, pulling the skillful cunt licker closer into her and raising her hips to press her into slave G’s vibrating tongue. She rocked her hips to fuck slave G’s face, rubbing her now trembling vagina all over the source of her pleasure.

“Faster…”

“Faster…”

“Yes, yes, right…there…”

A stinging pain broke my drooling gaze. She’d pulled the chain wrapped around her wrist and my balls wrenched forwards. It tugged me forwards, sharp rice grains stabbing but not breaking my skin.

“Are you feeling that over there, slave D?” she yelled between moans. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun.” Each time slave G hit her clit hard with the tip of her tongue Mistress A snatched at the chain. Once, twice, three times, four times. The pain went from a dull burn and escalated quickly into a rampaging wildfire.

“Yes! Yes! FUCK!” Mistress A exclaimed, pulled her slave back with her hair and squirted all over her face. Slave G offered her open mouth and, using her fingers, Mistress A rubbed her clit until she squirted again straight into a very pleased submissive’s mouth. Mistress K spanked her on the ass a few times to reward her.

“That's the way to please your Mistress. Take note slave D. Now my very good girl, swallow all of that down for me and present your tongue so that I can make sure it’s all gone.” Willfully slave G took a big gulp, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue along with a huge radiant grin. The flushed dominatrix flicked her leg over the submissive for the final time and hopped down onto the floor. She pushed her drenched fingers into slave G’s mouth.

“You know the rules. You clean up any mess that you make. Lick my fingers clean then you can lick every spot of my cum off this bench while Mistress K ploughs her cock into your ass.” Subserviently the happy toy locked her lips around Mistress A’s fingers and sucked the rewarding fluid off them.

“Mouth open,” she urged, spat into her mouth once slave G complied, leaned forwards and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“Smutty harlot,” the pleased domme said.

“Slave D,” she shouted over at me, “would you like a taste too?” Now stood on shaking legs, Mistress A composed herself and, with each strike she took towards me, continued to wrap the chain around her arm ensuring that it remained taut throughout. She was going to make this difficult on me right to the end. I nodded my head, spit dribbling out of my mouth each time I lowered my head.

Mistress A stopped directly in front of me underneath one of the spotlights, her re-energised body bathed in diffused light. Her enormous natural tits glistened with sweat and I could see a small well groomed tuft of pubic hair above her clit. I couldn’t tell if the silky fluid that tinted her thighs was cum or sweat, but my tongue was enthusiastically twitching at the possibility of finding out. She took one step forwards planting her spiked heel unflinchingly between my legs. Her other leg swivelled and rested on the other side of one of my thighs. She squatted down, her entrancing vagina now rubbing on my thigh. Her voice was gentle, subtle.

“Do you want to taste me, slave D? Do you want to know what it feels like to have my cum in your mouth?” I nodded desperately showing her what it would mean for me to have that privilege.

“Not a fucking chance,” Mistress A whispered.

“Do you mind if I take this one home with me, Mistress K,” Mistress A said loudly as she stood up and pointed towards slave G.

“I think she’s taken quite enough for one day, unless you have plans for that tongue of hers when you get back?” Mistress K quipped knowing that was exactly what Mistress A had in mind.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll find a use for her,” she batted back with a wink.

“She’s all yours. Do you want me to find a collar for you to put on her?”

“Yes please. I think I saw a leather spiked collar in the cabinet.”

Mistress K pulled her cock out of slave G’s ass, tapped her twice on the butt with her hand then wandered over to the cabinet to retrieve the collar. While she rummaged in the cabinet Mistress A undid and removed the leather straps that prohibited the latest addition to her list of ever growing slaves from moving freely. Once the last strap had been removed she held out her arm so that slave G could stabilise herself getting off the bench. Mistress K returned with the collar.

“How was that, slave G?” she asked?

“A genuine pleasure. Thank you so much to both of you for giving me that experience. It was everything I dreamed it would be.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Mistress K beamed and lent in to kiss her tenderly on the lips. “Here’s the collar Mistress.” Mistress A took the collar and, once slave G had wrapped her glowing hair into a bun over her head, allowed Mistress A to attach the collar.

“You understand what this means don’t you?” she asked slave G.

“I do. Thank you for bestowing this honour on me.”

“Excellent. Go and get my coat, thong, skirt, bra and bag. Anything else that’s left I’ll come back soon to collect.

“Sure, no problem. What would you like to do with him?” Mistress K said pointing over at me as slave G scrambled to find the items Mistress A had requested.

“Personally I’d leave him like that all night as a punishment for cumming without permission.”

“Generally I’d agree with you, but he still has his tasks list to complete tomorrow, and I quite like some of the tasks he has left. I’ll deal with him. You two head off.”

“Thank you Mistress K,” Mistress A replied. She looked over at me and walked over on her own. Leaning in to my ears she whispered “until next time slave D. I had fun, but if you cum without me telling you it’s acceptable to do so again during a session I’m going to insist that your Mistress locks you in chastity permanently. There will be no more anal orgasms or release days. Your cock will be under lock and key, 24/7, no exceptions. Do you understand?” I tried to gulp but the suppressive gag prevented me from moving my tongue. Instead I nodded once to indicate that I acknowledged her message.

“Good boy,” she said, kissed me on the side of my mask then slapped the side of my face.

“A little something to remember me by.” And with that she stood up, kissed Mistress K on the cheek, said her thanks, handed her my chastity cage key and waited for slave G to open the door for her. Both women disappeared into the darkness and the door closed behind them.

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