Best Out of Unexpected

Steffi had opened the bathroom door, taken a few steps out and seeing something unexpected she just had to exclaim:

'Mieke, what have you done?'

I couldn't see Mieke's victorious smile, although I was pretty certain it surely was all over her face. I could only feel her soft bare feet on my back. It was so, because Steffi had asked her to 'prepare' me and now I was naked, pressed down in a huddle on the floor next to the bed under her feet wearing a leash around my neck and a chastity cage on my dick.

'I just hoped you'd leash him, but you have done a little extra.'

'Don't you like him like this?'

Of course, Steffi didn't mind. After all, I was to end up naked anyway. Possibly on the floor as well, maybe just a bit later. Steffi, having some experience in domination, was about to introduce the art to Mieke, but while the girl was just beginning to gain her first real experience, she definitely was not lacking initiative.

Steffi wasn't maybe an overly experienced domina either, but we had had discussions about the lifestyle, made the decision to try it out together and before our first game somehow gotten the idea to include her friend as a second domina also.

By nature Steffi was a warm person, had calming way of speech and felt perfectly fine wearing simple comfortable clothes for the occasion. Black shorts and T-shirt covered her voluptuous body, her dark brown hair was gathered into a bun on top of her head. I had caught a glimpse of her when she came out of the bathroom, as much as my grovelling position allowed.

Mieke dressed on daily basis as a modest girl from the past, from the days long gone by. Well, historically it would be incorrect to say so – blouses-jumpers reaching up to her neck and full-length wide trousers or skirts weren't actually vintage, they just covered most of her. Who knows, maybe she aimed towards one of the various goth styles. All of those items were usually black, at least this is how I had seen her. I can recall noticing a white lace on one of her bit lower shirt collars, sometimes white lacy socks, once or twice a pearl necklace.

Alike her friend, she hadn't changed the outfit at all, except taking off footwear and tying the blouse in a knot revealing a bit of her belly. And I'm pretty sure she had raised the skirt over her knees while sitting on top of me.

'Although he makes a great pouffe, comfortable, as I see, maybe you could let him get up? I wouldn't mind inspecting our plaything more thoroughly.'

'I'm sure you'd like to see it!' Taking off her feet and nudging me to rise, Mieke couldn't hold back chuckles.

While the bare soles on my back had felt wonderful, I had nothing against some stretching. Still, I didn't hurry and took my time getting up enjoying the thrill of anticipation for Steffi's oncoming reaction. And then she saw it, the locked chastity device.

'Oh…' Her eyes widened and for a second she seemed stunned as well as struggling to find words. 'Oh!'

I was anxious to see what she'd decide to do; there was a fair chance that the cage might just stay on without any further attention for which I'd prefer my hard cock to point out towards those two girls instead.

'I didn't lock him up, he was already wearing it.' Mieke's remark had a sly forced guilt.

Steffi took grasp on the circumstances quickly. I had a chance to hear a few naughty comments; she, on the other hand, had a chance to get acquiantanced with the device, unless, of course, she hadn't already used a similar thing on someone else before. Her fingers were sliding over it, tapping on it and giving it an occasional mock handjob. All the time, Mieke was watching Steffi playing with my cage, only now and then poking it with her finger. 'At least we can play with his balls,' was the conclusion the girls came to.

And so they did. Gently caressed and cupped them, poked them with fingers. A bit harshly once or twice and it wasn't possible to tell if it happened accidentally or on purpose. Definitely on purpose, however, was Mieke flicking my balls. That girl was evil and innocent at the same time.

Steffi's remark that they'd been carried away by the cage halted this entertainment. The intention had actually been to walk me around on a leash as a 'warm-up' and a moment later I was on my way over the floor behind her. Those roomy studio apartments are as if they're made for this kind of fun.

Watching the show comfortably where she'd been sitting the whole time, Mieke came up with a proposal: 'We wouldn't need the collar at all, we could just attach the leash to the cage.'

'But listen, how nicely it clatters.'

Nicely or not, with every step the lock indeed knocked against the cage. Realising that it was not overlooked, my movements smoothened, only to make Steffi snicker: 'Oh, now he's trying to walk silently… Come on, come on!' She tugged on the leash around my neck and the lock on the cage responded.

She walked me around the room some more with no other reason than just to enjoy the sound of the lock hitting the cage. Actually, being led by her was really enjoyable; despite her own sharp remarks it almost felt as she gave sanctuary from her widely grinning friend.

However, the wicked girl – Mieke – found a way to take things further. She insisted to find out which way does it sound better – while walking or crawling on all fours. Of course, it had to be checked repeatedly. While Steffi was leading me around the room and instructing to get up and down now and then, Mieke, still sitting on the edge of the bed, kept the performance going stating once in a while that it isn't easy at all to find out. Eventually, though, she decided I had been tortured enough and Steffi led me to stand in front of her.

After overly thorough testing one might assume the final decision could be announced instantly. No, not at all. As soon as she revealed her verdict, Steffi joined in and for the sake of a friendly argument took an opposite opinion. I have to admit, being at the centre of their attention like so was thrilling.

'Jump!'

I followed Mieke's order instantly and the realisation hit me only when both of my dominas looked at each other trying to keep a straight face – not very successfully, though. However, while their mouths were fighting not to let out a laughter, their eyes gave away that they had at last come to the conclusion. With a sly grin Mieke announced their decision which was, of course, 'while jumping'.

* * *

Steffi pointed out that they had had their share of fun and as I had entertained them, I should have my own reward as well. She had a pretended regret of equal trade not being possible, but presented a way better offer instead. 'Blowjob sounds good, right…?'

It does, indeed. For sure I don't mind a nice girl sitting on the edge of the bed, bent slightly forward, her breath brushing my groin area, fingers holding the hanging parts in place or brushing over thighs and ass. Yet, blowjobs are different. The weirdest kind, being also the most unsatisfying at the same time, is surely through the cage.

On the other hand, there is no way Steffi's mouth would've been anywhere near my dick if I hadn't had the cage on. This intimacy really gave me shivers along my back now and then; I definitely didn't want it to be over too soon, but it had to end at some point. After a while she straightened herself and rested her leg over the other. Her fingers had taken hold of the leash again and tugged me gently downwards.

On my knees I looked at Steffi's calm face with a hint of a smile on it, but couldn't hold the gaze too long. Her toes were playing with my cage and balls and I didn't want to miss seeing it. It wasn't an intentional teasing, instead more of a fiddling around when someone is in deep thoughts. For me, however, it was a chance to enjoy something we hadn't actually discussed beforehand. If she had noticed and asked about it, it might have been slightly weird and difficult to admit that I was into feet, even after everything that had happened.

She wasn't lost in her thoughts for too long, though, before announcing that this 'blowjob' wasn't the actual reward. For me, there was, of course, no difference – reward, teasing, whatever. The statement seemed to be, however, a clever workaround for the overly intimate act at her friend's presence.

Mieke took the initiative and cut in devilishly smiling: 'Do you have the key?'

Of course I had the key. Both of them, actually, stored separately. One of them among the house keys as a backup, the other in the pocket, attached to the trousers with a piece of string. Having an extra one with me was, however, something I preferred not to let them know.

So I was told to go and get it, but Mieke wasn't about to make the trip too easy for me. I had barely risen to my feet and couldn't even turn around when she stopped me to say that the rattle of the lock had sounded best while jumping and she would like to hear it again while I was making my way to the key and back.

To be honest, this kind of humiliation might have been easier to withstand if there hadn't been any interruption from the previous attention to the clattering padlock, but Mieke's impeccant excitement eased it somehow. How did she come up with those wicked ideas anyway? Was she a quick thinker in terms of planning or did those ideas just appear out of nowhere into her creative mind?

After the journey to my piled-up clothes and back I handed the key over to her. While I enjoyed seeing her playing with the key between her fingers, I was also a bit disturbed as there would be not one, but two outcomes – she might unlock me or she could keep the key instead. Now, as there was a hint of my dick being possibly freed, the desire for that to happen jumped instantly up to an almost unbearable level. Having my dick out of the cage and pointing towards the girls was definitely the preferred option, even if they'd lock it back up afterwards.

It was Mieke who unlocked me. She didn't hurry, she took her time. It was wonderful to stand there in front of her, her focused face close studying the construction of the cage thoroughly before the key found its way to the keyhole. Once the lock was removed she confidently got a firm hold on the cage and pulled. It was a relief to have my cock loose; at the same time it was humiliating to have a trembling hard-on in front of Mieke's face. No, it surely wasn't her first time to get acquainted with a male member, but there was a fair chance that it might have been her first experience being a domina and my cock gave away that I actually enjoy all these kinky activities.

Mieke paid, however, no attention to my member until she'd gotten the ring-part off as well. Only then she took some time sitting on the edge of the bed, arms on the knees supporting her with her gaze fixed on the ongoingly twitching cock. Was she admiring it? Was she judging it? Will she touch or playfully hurt it?

Steffi had watched everything comfortably on the bed, finally she saved me by asking Mieke if she was glad they'd kept the collar and leash in place instead of fixing the latter one to the cage.

'Why?'

'So you don't have to reattach it to lead him to the spanking spot', Steffi pointed to the other side of the room, 'to punish him for trying to keep this magnificent thing out of our reach.'

Mieke didn't need any more encouragement, it was now time for her to handle me while Steffi chose to enjoy the show. The next moment Mieke was on her feet with the leash in her hand. The journey across the floor wasn't lengthy, but it turned out to be longer with two extra laps around the room.

I had to get on my knees and elbows with my ass towards the bed, which was close enough for Steffi to keep her watchful eye on everything, yet far enough to feel as being left alone with Mieke. It was also far enough not to hear anything but whispers when Mieke had gone back to bring along something to spank me with.

* * *

At last I heard Mieke's barely noticeable patting across the floor and suddenly there she was, hovering above me with only the hem of her skirt and bare feet visible for me.

Administering the 'punishment' took awhile. It wasn't overly harsh, but definitely no caressing either. She tried probably every possible position – standing behind me, locking me between her legs with her skirt falling over my back, even holding me down with her foot. Now and then a little relief came when she used her hand instead of the belt, it also helped me not to become broken down in front of Steffi's eyes.

The journey back, this time on hands and knees, was significantly shorter as there were no extra laps. On the other hand it wasn't a straight line either, Mieke diverged continuously left and right before giving another tug and waiting for me to follow.

Nevertheless the journey turned out to be a bit short. After all, it was a delight to see her feet, now and then visible underneath her skirt, stepping so lightly; it was also a delight to feel the skirt itself brushing occasionally over my face and shoulders – a fabric which keeps everything in secret and yet doesn't really protect anything. And it was a treat to feel this evil nymph tugging on the collar with no chance to resist.

When we reached back to the bedside, Steffi had already stood up and when Mieke sat down, the other end of the leash was passed over again.

Steffi ran her palm briefly over my buttocks and a few times along my back before tugging the leash so I'd get up on my knees. 'Now it's time for your reward. Is there anything special you'd like?'

She allowed me think it through as the question was certainly unexpected. Staring up at her I nodded.

'So, what is it?' After a small pause, noticing I hadn't answered, added: 'No more blowjobs, of course.' She turned to Mieke: 'Right?' I followed her gaze to see a sly headshake.

The reason I hadn't answered wasn't that I didn't know what exactly I would wish for. It was that I hadn't really found the right way to tell them. On the other hand… why not just to say it straightforwardly?

I looked at Steffi again. 'I'd like to… get off against… feet.'

Steffi rested her hand on my shoulder, there was a warm smile on her face and she didn't look surprised at all. Neither did Mieke who, after a questioning look from her partner, winked excitedly and straightened her knees to raise feet from the floor.

Steffi squatted behind me, boobs pressed against my back through her shirt, palms rubbing my shoulders and upper arms. Whispering in my ear now and then she asked if I liked Mieke's feet and encouraged me to have fun. Mieke herself had quickly found more or less a right place to sit for her feet to hang at the correct height and to play with my dick and balls easily. Those white feet were so innocent, the skin so soft and silky, the touch of her toes so arousing and the grip so firm when she closed my dick inbetween to roll or stroke it. Not less important was that Steffi was so easy-going towards my interest.

Speaking of Steffi, her hand had slid lower and instead of caressing my upper arms had reached around to play with my cock and balls, fingers blocking more and more the access for feet. Suddenly, still supporting me from behind with her body and the other arm, her fingers were holding my dick rubbing it against Mieke's now steady feet. I pressed myself further and further as much as I could eventually cumming on those.

After Steffi had carefully gotten every drop out, she moved aside allowing me to move back and get on all fours in front of Mieke's cum-covered feet. She might have whispered to clean them with my mouth or she might have not; it didn't make a difference anyway – my tongue was already in action. What a nice excuse to enjoy those lovely toes. Of course it might have been more desirable to lick those

before

making a mess on them, but still… there was no reason to be distracted by some extra taste. I didn't cease before hearing a Mieke's question for Steffi: 'Will he ever stop doing it?' There was a bit of confusion in Mieke's voice and I took an advantage in being on all fours to avoid looking at the girls for a short bout.

* * *

Mieke didn't stay put for too long pointing out that her feet needed washing and already she was on her way towards the bathroom holding up her skirt so it wouldn't touch anything saliva-covered. I was left together with Steffi who at first dragged me onto the bed and then sat on top of me leaving me no chance to 'cool off' or lose the focus. Instead she introduced her further plans. After Mieke returns, it will be time for me to wash myself; when I'll rejoin them she'll expect me to wear the cage.

By the time Mieke reappeared, Steffi had removed the collar as well, all the pieces of the cage were already in my reach and with a slap on my ass she sent me to shower. 'Just don't click the lock shut!' I heard her voice behind me.

There was seemingly something more to expect. She probably wanted to turn locking me up into a notable event while avoiding the hassle of getting my cock inside – much easier to accomplish having cold water at hand and girls out of sight after all. Soon I had freshened up, my dick was trapped and the hanging padlock secured the assembly; how humiliating it would been to keep everything together by hand while walking. The biggest question seemed to be what should I do after getting out of the bathroom in case they wouldn't take initiative. If they'd had meanwhile lost the mood, my appearance might be pretty challenging.

All the concern turned out to be unnecessary. Stepping out, I was greeted by the girls still sitting on the bed, though Mieke had put her cute socks on. Before I could even close the door behind me, Steffi beckoned with her finger to step closer.

Before reaching out her hand she asked Mieke if she was sure she had no desire to snap the lock shut herself and after a headshake Steffi locked me. I still couldn't put it into words for myself, but this way the outcome seemed much more fitting.

Our game was over, but at the same time it was still on, just as the cage on my dick. I had barely gotten my clothes on when Mieke was at the door. She waved to both of us, to Steffi with a hand and to me with a foot – apparently it is possible – and gone she was. It took some effort and a few moments for Steffi to suppress the laughter, but finally she was ready to deliver her offer: 'Here's the key; obviously I wasn't prepared for this and can't meet you for a few days, but I'm sure I can trust you not to unlock yourself before tomorrow evening…'