Every touch from Naomi reverberated with the precondition for pain. Liam knew that, but fuck her hand closing around his dick blocked out the warning from his brain. All thoughts melted away with the mere friction of her wrist stroking up and down the length of him. Naomi was barely even clenching her hand or working it in careful motion; just the feel of her skin on his dick was enough after four days in chastity.
"You're so easy," Naomi murmured to her submissive boyfriend. He didn't have to look up to know she was smiling. The amusement coated her voice thick and honeyed with the dangerous attention of a sadistic domme.
Liam didn't reply. It was safer that way, he thought. Safer, easier, couldn't think coherently enough to form words that wouldn't get him in trouble. Was there a difference anymore?
"How are you going to handle the next round when I increase the difficulty? I'm thinking five days. Maybe seven," Naomi said. Left to take care of her own boredom meant Naomi was at her worst. Well, the worst she'd get with Liam. It was significantly better than how she treated the sissy they shared, Tiffany. Liam was below Naomi of course and Tiffany was at the very bottom of their three-person relationship. Liam had no clue the last time Tiffany had been let out of chastity. It had been longer than a week. Perhaps two weeks? A month? He had a vague memory that it had only been to clean the chastity cage.
"Yeah, I think seven," Naomi said, tightening her grip on Liam's dick to keep him from protesting. He moaned softly and leaned back against the bed, head resting on the pillow. Liam closed his eyes and focused on the steady rhythm of Naomi's fist pumping up and down. When her fist reached the head of his dick she tightened it around the head, squeezing closer, before releasing to go back down.
Naomi trailed her fingers down Liam's dick. Her touch was slick with his precum and the sensation felt both smooth and electric. Every time Liam was out of chastity he was rock hard and dripping from the slightest touch. Naomi's fingers slipped past the end of Liam's dick and she cradled his balls, rolling them against the inside of her palm and experimentally squeezing them.
A moist and warm sensation encircled Liam's dick. From the gentle but urgent swirl of her tongue Liam knew it was Tiffany. Naomi might have given him oral, but she would have been all teeth and torture. Naomi didn't give pleasure until you suffered for it. Tiffany on the other hand was forced to give pleasure. Liam opened his eyes to watch Naomi guide their shared sissy's head down onto his dick, taking it all the way in and gagging lightly when it hit the back of her throat. Naomi forced Tiffany to keep Liam in her mouth. Tiffany's bright red lipstick that stood out against his dick like a candy apple. She was perfectly made up to Naomi's specifications, from her long black eyelashes to the skimpy pink lingerie she wore barely covering her breasts. Even the breasts had been Naomi's specifications: surgically created double Ds with silver barbell piercings through each nipple. Everything about Tiffany was fake over the top femininity that you only expected to see in porn. She didn't even own a pair of underwear that wasn't a thong. Tiffany's dick had shrunk with years of chastity cages and hormones. It had been small to begin with and couldn't even get hard anymore. Tiffany's pink chastity cage was largely ceremonial now, a permanent symbol much like the silver eternity slave choker Naomi had bought her. Naomi wore the keys to both on a visible chain around her neck. The key to Liam's cage would soon join them, when he became a bit more practiced with chastity.
Naomi continued to cradle Liam's balls with one hand and tugged Tiffany's long blonde hair with the other to force Tiffany's head up and down on Liam's dick. "That's right slut," Naomi said encouragingly. "Take it all in like my good girl. You're going to get him ready for me."
"Ready for what?" Liam asked.
"I haven't decided yet," Naomi said.
"Well maybe you-" was all Liam got out before Naomi clamped her fist onto his balls and dug her fingernails into the delicate skin. "FUCK!" Liam shouted in surprise. "That hurt!"
"If you finish that sentence I will do the exact opposite of whatever it is you were telling me to do," Naomi said. Training a switch in the nuances of when to dom and when to lay there and keep his opinions to himself took a lot of fine tuning and delicate work. To be fair Naomi's whims were difficult to keep up with. One day she wanted Liam locked in chastity and fucking her with a hollow strap on. The next he was tied up to a bed and given forced orgasm after forced orgasm, none of them pleasurable. But fair wasn't really Naomi's style. Naomi yanked Tiffany off of Liam's dick. Soundlessly Tiffany slipped to the side of the bed and waited, her eyes downcast. Naomi crawled on top of Liam and pinned him down, bringing her face an inch away from his.
Liam was silent and didn't move for several long seconds. Naomi was playfully sadistic with him, but it wasn't often that she was mean or hurtful. She reserved her rage and frustration for Tiffany. Liam was an object in an entirely different way. While Tiffany had gone to the gym to lose weight, slim down, and get a perfect hourglass figure to match Naomi's toned one-hundred and thirty pound body, Liam had gone to bulk up and get visible abs. In the beginning Naomi had only let Liam fuck her after he'd gone to the gym. It wasn't long before lifting weights made him hard. Naomi had loved that. She'd done it on purpose. She wanted him as aroused as she was at the thought of turning him into the perfect model boyfriend, from his vegan diet to his muscled physique. Naomi made him into arm candy she was happy to have around and rewarded his subservience with affection.
In that moment Naomi stared down at Liam unblinking and taunting. A very long time ago she'd learned to make punishments into something she would enjoy. In her early days as a domme she'd stumbled through punishments when subs dragged their heels and complained. It usually wasn't worth the trouble to force a sub to endure a spanking, but then the misbehaviour continued. To deal with it Naomi indulged in her favourite kink that every sub she'd met legitimately hated: making them do something they despised. It wasn't as sexy as humiliation and degrading might suggest. If a sub hated lines Naomi would make him do a hundred before answering his texts or calls. If a sub wouldn't kneel, he had to crawl on hands and knees in her presence. It was legitimately unsexy to the sub, and if it wasn't, she'd pick something that was. Naomi got wet to real torment, the kind that made a man limp and his blood boil.
Eventually Liam regained his composure and said, "I'm sincerely sorry Mistress and will gladly take any punishment you think I deserve."
"At least you remembered how to say that," Naomi replied.
"I remembered because I mean it," Liam said.
"Fine," Naomi replied. She slid off the bed and walked towards the closet. "Make sure he's hard and ready," she said over her shoulder. Tiffany returned to Liam's dick and eagerly resumed sucking it.
Naomi opened the closet and rifled through a bag on the floor. She pulled out two vibrators of varying intensities and dropped them on the bed. "If you can get me wet, you can fuck me," she said to Liam.
He instantly sat up, shoving Tiffany aside and crawling across the bed towards Naomi.
"Not so fast," Naomi said with a smirk. "Tiffany has to have your dick in her mouth the entire time."
"Okay, that's not that hard," Liam said with a shrug. "Come over here then, Naomi, please."
"We'll see," Naomi replied with a knowing smirk. She walked towards the bed and lay down beside Liam to face him.
