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Stephen sat motionless, legs forced apart and cock caged, wondering when his tormentor would return. The blindfolded leather hood on his head was getting heavy, weighed down in the hot, humid air of the room. He was starting to feel stiff from sitting in place without moving for so long, but it was nothing compared to the pulsing ache in his groin. His cock throbbed with pain and frustration. It desperately needed attention, but the cage was cutting into him, forcing his cock to stay impossibly limp despite his horniness. His heart raced with lust and anticipation, mixed now with a twinge of fear at what could be coming next.
As if in answer to his question, he heard the deadbolt turn again and the door open. He felt a rush of cool air wash over him briefly before the door was closed again. This time, two sets of heels clicked their way across the cement floor towards him.
"Isn't it pathetic?" He recognized his tormentor's voice, still full of contempt, echoing off the walls of the room as they approached. There was no answer.
"Kneel," She commanded after the footsteps stopped in front of him. He heard another person fall to their knees. A chain clinked as they got down, and he began to wonder what was going on.
"I said KNEEL."
Leather hissed through the air and slapped against his thigh painfully, startling him. He struggled with the leg spreader as he pushed himself awkwardly up onto his knees, feeling the weight of his caged cock pulling down between his shackled legs.
"I have a new toy with me today," she continued, circling around behind the pole as she spoke. He wondered if she was even talking to him anymore.
"I've only had her for a week, but she's eager to learn and eager to please. I decided it was time for her to begin her practical study, and she'll be assisting me from here on out."
"I call her Red. Red is going to help with some hands-on work while I observe."
"And what can I call you?" Stephen asked, seizing his chance to get any information at all about his situation. His voice was thin and weak with horniness, muffled by the hood.
He heard leather creaking behind him as she came down to his level, and felt her presence directly behind him. As she leaned closer still, her lips brushing against his ear again, and in a deadly whisper dripping with power, she said "You can call me Mistress."
She leaned back, picked up something off the floor, and he felt the sear of a leather whip crack across his shoulders as she whipped him. He knew he'd crossed a line, but he couldn't help it -- she was intoxicating.
"Alright Red, like we discussed," she said after setting the whip down. She leaned back, and he felt a warm, soft hand between his legs pushing them even further apart.
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"Yes, mistress," Red replied in a soft, low voice. A bottle cap clicked open again directly in front of him.
"You'll want these too," his mistress said from behind him. He felt her reach over his now burning shoulder, dangling something soft and light against his chest.
"Thank you, mistress," Red said. He heard the rustle and snap of latex as she put the gloves on, and wondered why she'd need gloves, especially since his cock was caged.
"Alright. Pay attention to me."
Her voice was again right next to his ear, her lips occasionally brushing against the leather hood as she spoke to him in barely above a whisper. He heard lube squirt and Red's hands rubbing together while she spoke. His heart started to pound with anticipation, excitement, and fear.
"Red came to us with some very valuable prior experience. She's an accomplished masseuse, specialized in working on, well, male anatomy."
He heard Red shuffle closer, and then felt a slick, gloved hand on his inner thigh. He immediately tensed up, but Red's touch began to relax him as she slowly began to knead into his tired thigh. He'd been forced into unnatural positions for what felt like forever, and her expert touch brought some welcome relief.
She slowly worked over one thigh, then the other, pushing deep and slow into his tired muscles. As he relaxed into her expert touch, she rubbed his shins, ankles, and even took a hold of each of his feet, working the tension out with deep, even strokes. It felt heavenly, and he was soon lost in her touch.
"She's going to help me get you ready for the main event." His mistress's voice brought him out of his trance, sparking a new tension, a deeper ache, in his heart and in his still-caged cock.
He felt her clip something onto a ring on the back of the neck of his hood, and felt a tug pull his head back a bit. She must have attached a leash to him.
"You see, when you reached out to us, we knew you'd be perfect for this new service. But we need you warmed up first so we can really get everything we want out of you."
Red's fingers traveled up in a measured, even pace from his feet, working their way back up to his thighs and digging into his muscles even deeper. With the relief, there was now a new sensation as well, like she was preparing for something different - more severe. It made him tense up as she worked to the tops of his thighs, brushing against his caged cock as she went.
"When we asked you to arrive caged, it was for your own good. We can't have you cumming too early, with so much work left to do." Her scent mixed with the scent of sweat, latex, and lube wafting through his hood. It was beautiful and it was overwhelming, settling around them in a sweet cloud.
Red's hands were now both cradling his caged cock, lifting it up slightly as she applied lube all over his crotch. He felt it run down his ass and puddle beneath him on the floor.
Leather creaked again as his mistress sat back and, he guessed, looked over his shoulder to inspect Red's work.
"Alright Red, I think he's ready."