Four Play Pt 02

Her legs hung limply from the end of the bed. My own knees were a bit shaky, but I approached the chair in the corner with the smile still twisting my lips. I could see the trepidation filling his eyes as my foot rested between his thighs so that the tip of my shoe pressed his scrotum. The big dildo, streaked with pale cream, bobbed near his chest.

"If I allow you the taste of your wife's cum, do you promise to be a good bitch?" He nodded slowly. "You will not speak," I ordered as a reached behind his head to release the latch on the gag filling his mouth.

Despite his agreement, he began to protest as soon as his mouth was emptied.

"What the hell!" he yelled. "I didn't agree to that shit!"

My hand circled his throat and slammed his head to the back of the wooden chair. He was momentarily stunned, and I took the opportunity to pull his face forward until the tip of the big dildo pushed between his lips. He attempted to resist, but my hand on the back of his head forced the tip past his teeth so that his mouth was stretched wide around the latex.

"I told you not to speak," I growled softly. "There is a price to pay for disobedience. Now suck!"

With a soft sob he began to suck the big cock. I pressed just a little bit, knowing that each slight thrust blocked his throat and his ability to breathe. I toyed with him for several long moments, feeling the rush of power as he submitted to me and patiently waited for me to allow him an occasional breath.

"That's a good bitch," I praised. When I reached beneath the satin gown, I could feel the swollen flesh straining between the metal chastity cage. My fingers encircled his little cock and stroked gently, tugging at the metal to make him wiggle and moan.

"Now you will clean all of her cum from my cock, and you will not speak," I told him patiently. When I pulled the tip of the dildo out of his mouth, he remained silent. His tongue quickly licked the cooling slime from the entire length, then he strained against his bonds in an attempt to reach the wetness below it.

"Not yet," I laughed as I pulled away.

My Bull had retired for a break, and I decided to join him. When I approached the bound man in the corner with the gag, he began to protest. His lips clamped shut and he shook his head. I reached down and grasped a nipple, giving it a vicious twist, tearing a scream from him and allowing me to pop the blue rubber ball into his open mouth. He glared up at me as I secured the latch before turning to her. She was still collapsed limply on the end of the bed, her still gaping cunt dripping onto my velvet comforter.

"You made a fucking mess," I told her. "Now clean it up." I let the harness slide from my hips and land at my feet with a thud, then left the room as she was pushing herself up from the mattress. After washing up, I joined my Bull. Once she had finished her assigned task, she came to kneel in front of us naked.

"Are you ready for the next scene?" I asked her. Her eyes raised to look at both of us.

"Yes Mistress," she replied in a clear voice. "I am ready."

She followed respectfully as we returned to the bedroom. He raised his head as we entered. She had reapplied the cosmetics to his face and straightened the blond wig. I turned to praise her with a gently stroke of her own light hair.

"Good girl." I could see the glow of warmth that my words generated. I know exactly how they affect her. "Now bend over the end of the bed."

When He relaxed on the bed with His cock standing proudly, her eager mouth went immediately to the swollen tip. I took a flogger from the back of the door and went to the man-girl in the chair. His eyes widened as I swung the flogger inches from his knees. He flinched as I struck his thigh, surprise making him cry out behind the gag as the leather moved slowly up his leg with each swing. He attempted to slide back in the chair as he felt the breeze on his little balls. I was fascinated by the way they drew upward and almost receded into his body as his caged cock swelled and reddened in its binding. I knew that I could make him cum easily, but instead stepped to his wife with a chuckle.

Her pale ass made a perfect target with the black velvet background. My arm moved faster, harder as her cheeks reddened from the blows. Her mouth gobbled His cock, making herself choke and gag as she attempted to take all of Him in her throat. He was happy to assist with a hand to the back of her head.

"She is a cum-guzzling little slut, isn't she?" I observed as He prepared to feed her yet another load of hot jizz. She took every last drop down her throat and continued to suck Him until He pushed away to collapse against the pillows.

I rubbed her rounded ass, feeling the heat that the flogger had created. She had not yet reached her limit, and I proceeded to strike her ass with firm blows until I could see the moisture trickling down her thighs. Her face was buried in the mattress, her muscles growing limp as her mind slipped away to that special place where the pain takes her. I slowly brought her down, until she was whimpering softly and her legs had begun to tremble. He helped me pull her up to lay between us on the bed. She snuggled up to our warm bodies with a shaky sigh, and we held her as the little aftershocks rippled through her. We all dozed for a bit.

When I woke, I looked at the two sleeping peacefully beside me, and then over to her husband still bound to the wooden chair. His eyes were liquid pools of longing. I felt a little shudder of pleasure as I realized that I had found a weakness that I could, and would, fully exploit.

I rose carefully so as not to wake the others and approached him, immediately spotting the dark wetness on the hem of the red satin. I stood over him, gazing down at his confusion and need. A single tear escaped his eye and I bent to catch it with my tongue. With a soft whimper he leaned toward me as far as his bonds would allow. I tenderly pressed his head to my breast and let him sob silently for a bit. I stroked the blond wig, brushing stray tendrils from his face. When I pushed him away and again tasted the saltiness wetting his cheeks, I noticed that the wet spot on the nightie had grown larger. I sank to my knees and slowly lifted the satin. A clear string of pre-cum stretched from the little pool gathered at the tip of the steel chastity cage. My fingers slowly rubbed the wetness, smearing it across the flesh bulging between the bars. A low moan rumbled in his chest as another drop oozed out. I realized that his cock was not exactly tiny. About six inches, I guessed. Not good for a screaming orgasm, but nice for a girl with an oral fetish.

He began to violently shake his head as I unfastened the little cage and pull it away. Angry red lines marked the striped impressions that covered his cock. I knew that she had made him wear it for the last week and had teased him mercilessly to keep him in an almost constant state of arousal. He groaned as his cock fully inflated, causing a large drop of liquid to drip in a long stream to the floor. I reached out to allow one finger to stroke the wrinkled sack that tightened beneath his cock. He groaned and I glanced back at the two sleeping figures on the bed.

"Shh," I told him. "You must remain silent."

His head fell back as I wrapped my fingers around his swollen shaft. He throbbed against my palm as his breath became labored. With my other hand I tapped the ball stretching his lips. He nodded his ascent, and I released the clasp and removed the gag. He began to pull air through his mouth, but otherwise remained silent.

"Good girl," I whispered. His cock throbbed in response.

As another drop oozed from the swollen tip, I couldn't resist having a taste. My tongue snaked out and he gasped as I licked up the yummy nectar. One taste was not enough. I let him feel my hot breath engulf him before my mouth did. My tongue flattened against his cock and I sucked him lick the world's best-tasting lollipop. In minutes he began to pant and thrust his hips slightly. I removed my mouth and wrapped my hand around his shaft, pressing my thumb just below his tiny slit.

"Not yet," I told him. I pressed harder, until some of the tension began to leave his body. "Good girl."

I continued to edge him until the damp hair clung to his forehead and his legs were trembling. When I felt that telling throb, I took his cock into my throat and felt his hot satisfaction drain into my stomach. His chest rose and fell as his head reclined on the back of the chair, and I sat back on my heels. When he found the strength to move, I smiled up at him. The smile forming on his lips froze and his eyes widened as I was pulled to my feet by my hair.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He growled as He twisted my face to His. I heard the chair slide on the floor as the bound man struggled.

"Don't hurt her!" the man cried. "It was my fault."

He turned to the man with a sneer. "Am I to believe that you seduced her into giving you a blow job while bound to a chair dressed as a bitch?" His staccato words stunned the man into momentary silence. He shook me violently. "Now I am going to whip your ass until you can't sit down for a week!" He flung me over the end of the bed and picked up His leather belt from the dresser before yanking my skirt up over my waist. I whimpered and tried to rise, but His powerful arm pinned me to the mattress with a single hand.

"No!" the man protested as He drew His other arm back to strike my exposed ass. "Don't whip her!"

His arm paused in mid-swing and He turned slowly to gaze into wide, frightened eyes. "What are you going to do?" He growled. "Take the whipping for her?"

The man hesitated, confusion and fear flashing in his eyes.

"That's what I thought," He laughed as He turned and brought the belt down across my cheeks. The searing pain tore a scream from my throat, and I struggled as His arms prepared for another.

"Wait!" the man cried. "I'll do it," he continued with a shaky voice.

My bull turned to the man again. "Oh really," He laughed. "No you won't." The loud crack of the belt echoed through the room, followed by my scream. He continued to speak to the man as He aimed another swing. "You would try to be the hero as soon as I untied you, and that would end the lovely friendship that we are developing."

"No," the man protested weakly. His voice was so low that his next words could barely be heard. "I'll take her whipping like a good girl."