Author's Note: This story can be read on its own, but it would be better to read Ch. 1 first. This story contains male submission, bisexuality, cuckoldry, and of course, a dominant guy with an oversized penis. (If you read Ch. 1, you would know that already!) If you don't like those themes, you probably shouldn't read it.
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Josh couldn't help but feel nervous as he knelt on the floor with his face buried between his Mistress's smooth, voluptuous thighs. Normally he thoroughly enjoyed eating Katt's pussy. He worshipped her pussy practically every day, sometimes for hours at a time. In fact, he usually found it quite relaxing. It had become like a form of mindfulness meditation to him. He would lick and probe, tuning his senses into her body, listening for the subtle sounds, movements, and sensations that told him to go faster, or slower, or to change techniques, his only conscious desire being to maximize her pleasure. Having his head between her legs felt like home to him.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he and Katt were both nervous.
Tonight was the day that Zach, Katt's former lover and Master, would be arriving. They would both be Zach's slaves while he stayed with Katt for the week. Katt had not seen Zach in over a year, and she had not been truly submissive to anyone since they had parted last. She had taken on the role of a Domme, and had very much grown used to it. Josh had never been with another man before, and was very nervous about the fact that he was going to become a sex slave to a man with a notoriously huge cock. Katt has promised him that his ass would never be the same after this week, and he believed her.
For the moment, however, Josh tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He began focusing his efforts on all of the tricks that usually brought Katt to orgasm. Eventually, she gave in and let the pleasure push the anxiety out of her mind. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the couch. Under Josh's practiced efforts, a small orgasm washed over her. She put her hands on the back of Josh's head, pressing his face into her sex.
As the wave of pleasure subsided, Katt released Josh's head and caught her breath. Her face felt flushed, and sweat was beaded on her breasts. As she sat there basking in the afterglow, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
She pushed Josh out of the way and jumped up. She pulled the hem of her skirt down into place, which wasn't very far, and straightened the corset she was wearing as a top. The corset didn't cover her breasts, it only pushed them up and made them seem fuller, which for her was somewhat unnecessary since they were quite full to begin with. She wasn't wearing any panties. Zach had specifically ordered her to wear only four pieces of attire: a miniskirt, a corset, a pair of sexy high heels, and her collar. It was the same collar that Zach had given her when they were together; a silver chain about 3/8 inch wide, clasped at the front with a small heart-shaped pendant. At first glance, it looked innocent enough, just a simple silver choker like many women might wear. But, in truth it was strong enough to serve as an actual restraint, and the heart pendant was actually a small lock with a tiny key hole and the letter Z engraved on the back.
She hadn't worn the collar since Zach had left. In fact, she couldn't have even if she had wanted to. She didn't have a key to get it back off. Only Zach had that. He had ordered her to put it on and lock it before he arrived. She had done so just a few hours ago, which was when she really began to feel nervous. Up to that point, when she thought about this week, she felt excited anticipation. She was yearning to feel Zach's hands on her body, to feel her own hands on him, to feel his enormous, beautiful cock slip past her lips, to feel it deep inside of her vagina, filling her completely like no other cock ever had. She even fantasized about his cock stretching her ass wide open, impaling her from behind. But it had all seemed like just that; a fantasy. When she clicked the lock into place, suddenly it all became very real. She was now trapped in her collar, marking her as his property. She was now his.
She walked over to the hallway mirror to look herself over. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm but her makeup looked good. She walked over to the foyer to greet Zach when he came to the door. She ordered Josh to his place. He crawled to a spot just outside of the foyer and kneeled, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes pointing to the floor. Katt smiled in approval at his unquestioning obedience and then turned her attention to the door.
As soon as she heard footsteps on the porch, she opened the door to greet him. She felt her heart leap with excitement when she saw him standing there in his jeans and t-shirt looking like his usual rugged self. She curtseyed low the way he liked, causing her breasts to bounce when she did, and welcomed him in. Instead he simply stood there with his thumbs hooked on his belt, looking her up and down.
"You know, you are still the sexiest little slut I know," he said in his low gravelly voice. Katt had forgotten how sexy his voice was. "Come here," he commanded, beckoning with his head. She stepped out onto the porch, conscious of the bright porchlight illuminating her exposed chest and slutty outfit for the whole neighborhood to see. As she stepped closer to Zach, he swept her into his arms and kissed her forcefully, one hand on the back of her neck pulling her to him, the other on the small of her back. They kissed on the porch for several minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Josh, whose eyes were still cast downwards. He chanced a glance up to see them making out like a pair of high-school lovers. He watched as Zach's hands slid down to lift her skirt and cup her buttocks, squeezing them and pulling her in as he ground against her. As their kiss finally broke, Josh returned his gaze to the floor.
Zach and Katt stepped back into to house and closed the door. He stepped back from Katt and looked at her intently. He reached forward and ran a finger across the top of her breasts where little droplets of sweat were beaded on her flushed skin. "Katt," said Zach, "you were flushed and sweating when I arrived. If I had to guess, I would say you looked like a woman who had just had sex. Am I right?"
Katt looked down at the floor. "Yes, Sir. I had my slave service me before you arrived, to get me ready for you."
Zach stepped forward and reached under her skirt to feel her swollen labia, still wet with her fluids. He slid two fingers into her easily, causing her to moan. "I don't think you did it for me, or else you would have called and asked permission. I think you did it because you are too spoiled by having your own slave," he said "But not this week. As long as I am here, you are my slave, and thus your slave belongs to me. You are still superior to him, but you may not use him for your own pleasure without my permission." He reached up and grasped the heart pendant, tugging on her collar. "It seems you have forgotten what it means to be a slave. I'll guess I'll just have to remind you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim leather leash and clipped it to the back of her collar. She kneeled down before him, casting her gaze to the floor.
Zach put the handle of the leash to Katt's lips, and she obediently opened her mouth and gripped it between her teeth. He turned and walked over to Josh, stopping right in front of him, inches away, giving him his attention for the first time. Zach put a finger under Josh's chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. "Hello, slave, said Zach.
"Sir," said Josh. He looked up at Zach, seeing his face for the first time. He was handsome, with dark hair and a short cropped beard. His tight fitting t-shirt displayed his muscular arms and chest. His eyes were bright blue, and looked at Josh with a penetrating, commanding gaze.
"How are you feeling?" asked Zach.
