Golden Ticket Pt 04

Golden Ticket Day 4: Denise

I woke with a start but something was odd. I tried to move my arms, then my legs but they were fixed. I tried to open my eyes but it was still dark.

"I told you, today you're mine."

It was Denise's voice from somewhere.

"Today, you do exactly what I tell you. As you promised you would. You're here for my pleasure to use and abuse as I wish. Understood?"

What should I call her? There was no escaping, I was completely tied up.

"Yes, Mistress Denise. Whatever I can do to pleasure you, I am ready and very willing to serve."

What else could I say?

"We'll start as I want to go on. Serve me well and I will release one of your restraints. If I decide to trust you, I will allow you to move freely."

As she spoke, I felt her move onto the bed. She knelt either side of my head, and lowered herself onto my face.

"Lick me!" she commanded.

If this was the way things are going today, I thought, I'm going to enjoy myself. I started gently pushing my tongue back and forth along her lovely labia. She was already a little wet, I was sure, turned on by the aphrodisiac of power. I happily licked away and as I did so, she rocked back and forth trying to get the most from my tongue, and rubbing her clit against my nose as she pushed forwards. This combination was really doing it for her and I could hear her breathing getting shallower and faster. As she climaxed, she held my head steady and rubbed herself harder against me until she was done. Although she was using me, I found it very exciting the way she took her pleasure in the way she needed it and liked it best.

Denise climbed off me, and removed my blindfold. Things were a little clearer now - obviously I'd been tied up, but I now saw that I had a leather strap round both ankles and both wrists. These were tied to the corners of the bed, so I was in a star shape. So much for me, but Denise's outfit was what really caught my eye. She was wearing a pair of cowboy boots, calf length, light brown leather. From there up, she was naked bar a denim jacket which was completely unbuttoned. Her hands were on her hips, and in one hand she held a whip, and in the other was a piece of leather with some metal on it. Her beautiful, shapely breasts caught my attention; I stared, transfixed. As I gazed, her nipples stiffened invitingly.

When I did the online questionnaire, I know I'd ticked a box at some stage for someone looking like that. It's one thing to see it on screen, but in the flesh, in the shape of Denise's fit body, and beautiful shape, it was stunning. My cock just rose up of its own accord, and Denise smiled for the first time.

"Your little man likes it, I see."

She used the end of her crop on my cock, trying to gently shove it away. But it bounced back each time, seemingly ever stiffer and more eager for her attention. As if to signal the end of her play, she gave it a stinging slap which made me gasp.

"That was to make sure you know who's in charge. Me! All the girls are under my command too - signified by the wearing of a collar. While you wear this you do as I tell you. Agreed?"

"Agreed, mistress."

With that she climbed onto the bed and sat astride my chest. The collar, which had been in her hand the whole time, she attached round my neck. She showed me a small padlock which she clicked into place.

"Now I am prepared to release you. You are off for your morning run now, then your usual massage which I will supervise. However you are to wear these bracelets and this collar all day, unless I tell you otherwise."

She unclipped the ropes, and I could move for the first time. I felt like I'd already been through quite a bit before even getting out of bed.

"Hurry up, off you go. Shorts and trainers only, that's enough."

A couple of minutes later I was off and running with Charlotte which was such a relief. She was dressed in her normal running gear plus a pink leather collar round her neck. As soon as we were out of sight, she dropped back from pace setting and jogged more slowly beside me.

"How's things with Her this morning? Has She been okay?"

"Pretty strict actually. That riding crop is vicious."

"You're doing great though. Just be obedient, call Her Mistress and you can outdo Her, I know you can. She's strict with us too. We have to wear these sweaty collars and call Her Mistress, too."

We jogged on up to the top and paused. Charlotte turned to me:

"I really want you! Now, like yesterday, in the open. But I don't dare. If She caught us we'd be in all sorts of trouble."

"Is this my brave Charlotte who snuck out of boarding school with a bottle of champagne yesterday?"

"Look, I know what she's got in store for you and it's certainly not for me. Be a brave soldier, take it like a man. Whatever happens, tell her you love it and you want more and keep telling her you want more. Okay?"

"Love what? More of what?" I asked, desperate to know. But Charlotte had already set off, and all I could do was follow.

Back at the main building it was straight to the massage room, and Denise indicated, with a flick of her riding crop, that I was to lie face down. There was my lovely Annabel, but not with the usual happy look in her eyes, much more of a downcast look.

"Shall I remove his shorts, Mistress Denise?"

"No, he's fine like that. You're not here to enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Mistress."

Annabel did massage me well, though. Even if she didn't like the way Denise was telling her what to do, she made sure that my shoulders, back and arms were firmly and expertly rubbed.

"May I remove my top, Mistress?"

"Yes, you may."

Immediately, Annabel's skimpy vest appeared below my eyes. My legs too took a thorough working over. It was certainly the most relaxed I'd been all day so far and I certainly didn't want it to stop. But eventually Denise barked at me to roll over.

"I think you can remove his shorts now, I want to inspect him."

I lifted my buttocks to enable her to pull my running gear down my legs, and my stiff cock sprang free again, pointing upwards at a jaunty angle. Even the normally inscrutable Denise couldn't help but lick her lips.

"You can massage his balls, but don't touch his cock. Plenty of oil, nice and slippery."

This was even better than being massaged. I watched Denise's expression intently, but she was oblivious to my gaze and only had eyes for my cock.

"I'm impressed with your handiwork, Miss Annabel. He's very smooth, just how I want him."

"Thank you Mistress."

"One hand on his balls, and drizzle some oil down his crack. I want you to play with his ass for me. You - get your legs high and wide so she can reach."

Denise was playing the domme role but she couldn't keep her eyes off my cock. Eventually she just had to grab it and give it a few tugs, almost to see if it was real. That wasn't enough and she leaned in for a couple of sucks. Her back turned, Annabel took the chance to wink and blow me a kiss.

As if recovering herself, she stood up:

"Now that you've got him oiled up, finger his ass for me. That's right, girl, slide your finger in and out."

Annabel did as she was told - it was a curious sensation, I'd never had very much in there before. It was nicely lubed and Annabel was very gentle, so it turned out, after my initial surprise, to be arousing. Denise had hold of my cock, had clearly learnt something from Bea and could feel my arousal in her hand.

"That's enough! I think he's enjoying it too much aren't you? Slave Annabel's slender finger isn't enough to stretch you."

Denise turned to Annabel:

"You - you've done well. Your work is done now, but I will need you later."

Once we were alone, Denise told me to take a shower and meet her at breakfast. I could remove (and afterwards reattach) the ankle and wrist bands, but the collar had to remain on at all times.

I came back out a few minutes later, wearing a dressing gown, the collar and all the bracelets. I made to sit down next to her as I was getting pretty hungry.

"What do you think you're doing? Off with the dressing gown for a start, and you don't sit down without my permission either. You're my tongue slave, and I need you licking me whilst I eat my breakfast."

Denise was really using me, letting me know who was boss, almost humiliating me. Humiliation I didn't want, but I did enjoy eating her out. I always enjoyed it (really enjoyed it!) but I wanted to please her too, to make her happy and for her to compliment me. So I happily crawled under the table and set to eating her pussy. I wanted to lick her so well that it got her really wet so that she really needed my cock inside her and couldn't help herself. I was already pretty desperate myself, what with Annabel's gentle play and Denise's tasty labia.

Once I was in position, Denise spread her legs nice and wide, and used her hand on the back of my head to keep me where she wanted me. I started by licking straight up and down, at first with just the tip, gradually increasing the amount of contact until the full width of my broad tongue was pleasuring her. It wasn't enough - she needed more.

"Spread me", she hissed.

I brought up my hands to her pussy and used my thumbs to spread her lovely lips. Now I could use my whole mouth - my tongue probed her innermost recesses whilst my lips were pressed tightly and enthusiastically against hers. Still she pressed the back of my head harder against her - my enthusiasm alone wasn't enough, she wanted to swallow me up. I kept licking and began to feel her much needed orgasm building. Eager to please, I flicked my tongue back and forth as fast as I could and although it took a little longer than I thought, her shudders, the way her thighs squeezed my ears and above all the long, low moan of pleasure showed that she was there at last.

"Now you can have some breakfast. I think you've done enough to earn it."

I was pretty hungry by this time so I made the most of the opportunity to eat some actual food rather than Denise's admittedly delicious pussy. She sipped her decaf and regarded me in a curious way.

"All done? Follow me", Denise ordered. We went back to the massage room, where Bea was waiting for. She curtsied submissively to Denise, and I could see she was trying not to catch my eye. Denise was the grown up and the rest of us kids were trying to behave as best we could.

"Take him inside and get him ready."

"Yes, Mistress", Bea replied meekly. She nodded to me, indicating with her head to follow. Once inside, I was blindfolded, pushed onto my knees and told to wait. After a little while I felt Bea kneeling behind me, handcuffing my wrists together.

"Open wide!" Denise commanded me.

I opened my mouth only to have something large, plastic and hard pushed in. I only just had my mouth open wide enough to take it.

"Hold his head steady while I fuck his mouth."

Holy shit! I was sucking Denise's cock! That's what was in my mouth, a great big, plastic phallus with my Mistress on the other end of it. At least it felt large. Since I'd never sucked a cock before, it felt pretty big in my mouth. It was quite a lot to take, and I was dribbling saliva all over it.

"That's it, lube it up. Get it nice and wet, and it'll slide more easily up your ass."

So that was it. Denise was going to fuck me up the ass. All those hints from the others. They knew what Denise had planned for me but they couldn't say. What was it going to be like? Annabel's finger hasn't been too bad, but Denise's cock was a whole different proposition.

"On your back", she commanded. To Bea she said: "Get his legs high and wide in the stirrups. Undo his hands, but keep him blindfolded. You've been a good girl, he can play with you if you like."

Once I was in position, Denise presented the tip of her cock to my ass and pressed gently, meeting some involuntary resistance.

"Relax! Or this is really going to hurt."

I did my best to relax but it was a struggle. I would relax a little then clench again as she pushed harder. She was getting it inside me but too slowly for her taste.

"You!" She pointed at Bea. "Relax him! Play with his cock."

"And you!" (Obviously me.) "Finger her, think about something else. I'm going to fuck you with this thing if it kills me. Or you."

There was an alarming, manic glint in Denise's voice. She wanted to give me a good seeing to, but I wasn't sure why. As if she wanted to tick a box rather than give me or her any pleasure.

It was still a struggle but she had another idea.

"Slave Bee, get Slave Annabel as quick as you can. Run!"

Before I knew it, Bee and Annabel were there, awaiting Denise's orders.

"Get naked, both of you. Everything except the collar of course. It's now your job to relax him. If you don't get him nice and relaxed I'm going to tear his asshole to pieces."

There was some whispering and hasty undressing and before I knew it Annabel was sitting on my face. Oh, the delights. I didn't think I'd be enjoying such a pleasure on Denise's day. Bea grabbed my cock with one hand and used my other hand to shove a couple of my fingers inside her. It was a heavenly distraction and when Denise started to fuck me, it didn't seem quite so bad. I'd relaxed, at last, and Denise's thick cock was sliding into my back passage, going boldly where nothing had ever been before.

Denise was hissing and muttering to herself. I think she was enjoying herself, in a weird way. I could feel her thighs rhythmically bashing against my buttocks, slap, slap, slap, and the feeling of her plastic cock in me was getting at least bearable.

"You, get off his face." (To Annabel) "He's relaxed enough now, I want to hear him beg me to stop. You can help the other slave with massaging him. And keep his fingers busy, I don't want him pushing me away."

So a short while later, I had Annabel and Bea playing with me, while I fingered both of them. Denise was seriously into it now, and was giving it to me as hard as she could. I did let out quite a few gasps and groans but because I was enjoying Bee's and Annabel's attention so much, what Denise was doing to me seemed like an okay price to pay.

And then finally, I noticed a difference. Denise couldn't quite keep up the pace! She was slowing up. She hadn't been doing the morning runs like me, and she didn't have the stamina. All the advice from the other women - take it like a man, tell her you want more - I finally knew what they meant.

"I want more." I said weakly.

"What?" Denise gasped.

"I want more, I want it harder." I said in a stronger voice.

At this point, I felt two very strong squeezes. One was on my balls, which either Annabel or Bee had been expertly massaging. The other was on the two fingers of my left hand, which I had been gently slipping in and out of Bea's slippery pussy.

What had she said to me when we were together? 'In case I need to send you a message'. Well, this was a message all right. I decided I knew what to do.

"Mistress Denise, please fuck me harder. I need it harder."

I felt more squeezing, this time on both hands as well as both balls.

(Bea told me later that she'd managed to make eye contact with Annabel and simulated squeezing her legs together. When she told me I nearly orgasmed on the spot, with the thought of those two both using their most intimate, exquisite muscles on my fingers.)

"Harder please mistress."

Was the pendulum of control starting to swing? Denise actually did try to do what she was told by me. But it was a forlorn effort and she was too tired to keep it up for long. She tried, she really did, but after a brief increase, she pulled out of me.

"That's it, I can't do it any more."

A silence descended over the room for a short while. My fingers remained inside Annabel and Denise, and their hands just held my cock and balls rather than playing with me.

"Denise, what was the deal?"

Silence.

Bea tried again. No 'Mistress Denise'.

"Denise, tell us what the deal was."

I was completely in the dark but it was obvious there had been a big change in power and control.

"I, I, I wasn't expecting this."

"No, you weren't, were you."

"I thought he'd beg me to stop. But he didn't, I didn't think it would take much."

"What was the deal if he didn't beg you to stop?"

Denise was now completely defeated, physically and emotionally.

"He becomes the Master."

She sank to her knees and bowed her head.

Now I was in control? I had the rest of the day to enjoy Denise, and presumably anyone else, if I was Master. Thoughts, ideas and fantasies were whizzing round my head. But it was still Denise's day....

"You, slave Denise, get up. Get that thing off you and then release my collar."

"Okay."

"Okay? It's 'Yes Master, anything you say Master' from now on."

Denise nodded demurely.

I turned to Bee and Annabel.

"You two, thank you for relaxing me, it helped enormously. You were amazing. But if I'm the Master and you're the slaves, you're keeping those collars on. I need to spend time with my new slave, I will reward you after lunch."

Denise released my collar and I put it immediately round her own neck. The other two scurried away and I was on my own with Denise.

"So, I have you to myself. And I'm in charge for the rest of the day, with no deals to concern myself with. None at all. I will keep you enslaved until 6pm. What do you think of that?"

"I am yours to command, Master. I will accede to your every wish."

"Good, that's what I would expect. The first thing to do is take my pleasures of you. Up and on the bed, just I was for you."

There was a hesitancy about her movements all of a sudden. She moved slowly, but lay down as I had.

"Now I'm going to enjoy that ass of yours like you enjoyed mine."

"No. No, I can't, I can't."

"But I'm the Master, you agreed to do anything I said. And you certainly did it to me."

"James, this is serious, don't! We're not role playing any more, I can't."

She broke down at this point and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

I lifted her off the the table and we hugged each other; she clearly needed some comfort. I didn't know what had gone on before but it was pretty important to her, something which had been damaging and had had quite an effect. The hugging was pretty difficult because my erection was poking Denise in the leg. At last, she laughed and said:

"I think I'm ready to serve you now, Master."

She knelt before me, hands behind her, looking up at me with her gorgeous eyes, awaiting my instructions.

"I promise I will leave your ass alone. But you are going to serve me. You will lick and suck my cock and balls, but if you ever, ever finish me without permission, you will be punished. If you do finish me off too quickly, I will enjoy each and every one of the other companions, in turn, in front of your very eyes. Is that understood? Your duties will be finished by 6."

"Yes, Master."

"Now I want you to take my cock In your lovely mouth. It needs a long slow sucking. Get on your knees and get started."

To start with, Denise put her hands behind her back and I used her willing mouth, holding the back of her head. Once she had got used to the pace that I liked, she started using both hands too. Playing lightly with my balls, using her fingertips to caress them and using one hand on my shaft, moving round, moving up and down in the opposite direction to her mouth. It was heavenly. But even with Denise taking her time, it was inevitable that if wouldn't last forever, and sure enough I could feel my orgasm building up.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth soon. You are to swallow every single drop."

At first her eyes widened in a bit of surprise, but then she winked up at me, and began sucking me vigorously. She wanted me to cum, she wanted me to enjoy and use her mouth. She herself was really enjoying the whole thing. A few more hard sucks, and I was spurting my warm salty cum deep down her throat. Like a good girl, she took it all down, and licked her lips afterwards. I pulled her to her feet and we hugged for a little while, Denise resting her head affectionately on my shoulder.