*** please read parts 1 and 2 to get the full story ***
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Mistress Alana walked into the room while I was still lying there, helpless, caged, and flaccid. She climbed onto the bed and looked me in the eyes, staring into my soul.
She slowly stroked my chastity cage, sometimes touching the skin of my tender meat - all while whispering to me.
"You are my bitch."
"I own this sad little thing."
"Don't you want to be able to rub this?"
She took her tights off and then slid her lace panties off. She dangled then in front of me and then made me smell them. They were best mixture of sweet and sour.
She then put them on me, one leg at a time.
"Perfect. Now I don't have to look at your sad little dick. Put the rest of your clothes on because I'm ready to go and it sounds like Jana is ready too."
They had me drive the mini-van and they were both in the back seat, giggling while giving me directions. We arrived at a Mexican bar and restaurant.
"Go find a seat at the bar. We'll meet you in a few minutes," Mistress A instructed.
Jana let our her evil laugh.
I walked in and noticed it was pretty busy. I grabbed a seat at the bar and saved the two bar stools next to me. Jana and Mistress Alana walked in and turned more than a few heads. They looked at me, smiled and kept walking past me. They sat at the other end of the bar. They each waved in flirty ways, which got me incredibly excited.
A few minutes later two young ripped surfers sat next to me. I overheard one of them mention the "two babes" across the bar.
The bar tender walked over and said to me, "those two women want you to buy them Margaritas. Ok?"
"Yes, that's fine," I said.
"Woah, one of them wants to fuck you," said one of the surfers.
"Maybe both do!" Exclaimed the other.
"I don't think so," I said.
"Go talk to them."
"I'm fine here. They'll come here if they want to," I explained.
The two surfers talked among themselves, but I caught the gist of their conversation. They said I was a "pussy" for not talking to the women and that they would be all over them.
After a few minutes of listening, I simply said, "there are two of the and two of you. Go for it."
This played into my cuckolding fetish.
Before I knew it, the guys were across the bar talking to the ladies and then they were all headed back towards me. The women didn't say a word to me, but they each gave me a smile or a wink. The four of them were flirting with one another.
The ladies were starting to grind a little bit on the guys crotches to the beat of the Mexican club music. Jana smiled at me. I smiled back and she subtly gave me the middle finger.
I couldn't quit watching. Mistress A's tight ass rubbing on the blonde guy's crotch and Jana's big tits bouncing as she rubbed on the tall guy with long brown hair.
I wanted nothing more than to be able to be hard and to experience an orgasm. The feeling of denial and inability to even get an erection made me want it more.
The song ended and they were all just talking. I was sitting at the bar admiring them wishing they would continue when I felt a buzz in my pocket.
It was a text from Mistress Alana.
