Mistress Cecilia Ch 02

"When was the last time? You're complaining that you have not been allowed to cum. You're making it sound like you've been frustrated and suffering without relief for days on end. Poor you. You are whining, sub."

"How long has it been exactly? How many days?" Mistress Cecilia was clearly annoyed with me and not sympathetic to my keen sense of injustice. I was pathetically eager to change her mind. I was getting very horny and there was only one way out of the frustration that had been building for the past few days.

But this was ridiculous. I shouldn't feel like an errant schoolchild making excuses to the headmistress. I was a grown man and I needed to cum! Why did I have to negotiate the opportunity?

"Three I think. It feels longer." Saying it out loud made it seem less urgent, like I shouldn't be bothering her with my trivial need. But I desperately wanted that need met, so I thought I had to sound confident. "Yeah, I'm sure, I haven't been allowed to cum for three days." Mistress Cecilia looked at me oddly for a moment.

"Strip. On your knees. Now."

The addictive cocktail of testosterone, dopamine and some kind of anxiety-evoking hormone shot through my biochemical system like a rocket. She never used that tone unless I had fucked-up. My clothes came off and I dropped to the floor on my knees. My erection was already growing as I clasped my hands behind my back and spread my legs apart. Mistress looked like I needed another lesson. I was eager to learn.

"What did you say? Here's a clue, what did you not say?" Her patronizing tone alerted me to some breach of etiquette I must have missed.

I thought hard. Then it came to me. "Sorry Mistress, yes it's been three days since I have been allowed to cum Mistress. Please forgive my lapse in protocol Mistress. No disrespect was intended!"

"Better. You were putting your selfish desire ahead of your Mistress, not considering what she might want for you. Let this incident be a warning. Being punished for disrespect can be serious at this stage of your training. By the way, why aren't you asking Elena for permission?"

"Sorry Mistress. She told me to check with you Mistress."

"I see. Well now that I have your full attention, let's be clear. Three days without an orgasm is nothing to get desperate about. Elena told me you need to learn patience and I can see that is true."

"Have you been obedient over the past few days? No playing with yourself at all? No exciting yourself with porn when you know you're not allowed to cum?" She grinned. "No illegal edging yourself when Elena's not around?"

"Well, uhh, that's been mostly true Mistress. It's been difficult, challenging even, but I am proud to say I have not been disobedient for the last two days Mistress." I stretched up tall on my knees, head up, back straight, trying to give the impression of a dutiful sub trying his best. But she was not having any of it.

"So, consequently not obedient the first day then. What did you do sub,

jerk off to some porn? Full disclosure sub."

"No Mistress, I watched porn and almost edged myself too much. After that near orgasm I resolved never to look at femdom porn unsupervised again, Mistress."

"Femdom huh? What was the Domme doing to the sub? What almost made you violate your training?"

"She kept him in a chastity cage and he had to beg to be milked, Mistress."

"I see. Did she allow him to cum for her in the end?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Ok, so beg me sub. You liked watching another sub get dominated. Let's see if you have the balls for a real life Domme dictating your pleasure."

"You feel deprived because you haven't been allowed to cum for a couple of days? Tell me what a good boy you've been. Why should I let you cum? What have you done to deserve an orgasm, sub? Beg!"

"I know I am just a sub Mistress. I don't deserve to cum but I am begging for the chance to cum for you. Please show your generosity and give me permission to cum. My cock belongs to you Mistress! Please!"

"Of course your cock belongs to me. So do you. The only question is, am I feeling generous today. You're a lucky sub, I'm feeling marginally horny today so I'm going to let you help me get even hornier by having you whack yourself off while I watch." She sat back in her seat. "Begin."

"What? Just begin? I mean ... thank you Mistress!" I wrapped my hand around my aching shaft and squeezed, then shuddered with relief. My cock tingled when I gripped it. I formed my hand into a milking sleeve and focused on making myself cum in the shortest possible time, before she changed her mind.

Part of what was fuelling my need to ejaculate was the fact that Mistress Cecilia was directing me without Elena being present. I was accustomed to taking direction from either of them, but Elena was usually around. Her presence seemed to sanction our Mistresses use of sub services.

By giving me permission to cum

Mistress Cecilia was telling me that she had Elena's blessing. She was assuring me that I was allowed to obey her and still respect my training with Elena.

She watched me squat on the floor and masturbate for her, like a pet monkey. The control she had over me made us both horny. It pushed me to the edge quickly. Three days of not being allowed to cum was two days too long for me. I grunted loudly and splattered my load on the floor at Mistress Cecilia's feet.

I whimpered with relief. She barked a short derisive laugh and nodded at me and my mess.

"Good sub. Clean it up." She gestured

vaguely toward the floor. I stared at the cum splatter. I knew what she meant, but Elena had never made me eat my own cum before. Mistress Cecilia smiled and leaned forward in my face.

"Did you think you were special sub? Being allowed to cum is only the beginning of service. All subs are required to obey every command with enthusiasm and without hesitation. So let's try this one more time before you need to be punished for disobedience. Put all that cum back where it came from using your tongue, understand?"

"I ... Yes Mistress, I understand. Thank you Mistress." It was just so humiliating. First she made me jack myself off instead of milking me. Now I had to lick my cum off the floor while she watched.

I lowered my face to the floor and began licking. At least I had been allowed to cum. The relief was as intense as the craving had been intolerable. Mistress Cecilia pointed to her foot.

"You got some on my toes. Suck it off." I stopped licking the floor and sucked her brown toes clean. When all my cum was back inside I put my ass in the air and rested the side of my face on her feet, ready to be of service.

"On your knees. I have a little gift for you." I perched in front of her on my knees; back straight, knees apart, cock semi-erect, mouth open and receptive.

"Elena asked me to help train you because she thought she might be too lenient. I agree. This device will take the guesswork out of your denial training. You have clearly proven that you cannot be trusted to stay away from yourself."

Mistress Cecilia bent forward and squeezed my deflated cock into a small, curved metal cage which she locked to a steel ring that fit snuggly around the base of my genitals.

"Pay attention. From now on you will need to beg to cum, just like in the porn flick. If your Domme is feeling generous she may grant you the opportunity to try. There are only two keys to your cage. Elena has one and I have one." Mistress Cecilia bent down to attach a small key to the chain anklet she wore. I noticed three or four other small keys dangling from her ankle. Her hair brushed my face. Her fragrance was intoxicating.

"Stay here. I'll summon you if I want you." She left me on my knees. The unfamiliar weight of the chastity cage pulled at my genitals. I examined my prison. There was just no way around the cage, even if I wanted to. She had recognized my temptation and had taken decisive action to prevent another lapse in my judgement.

I was inexplicably overwhelmed with gratitude. Mistress Cecilia was taking control. She would take a hard line with me and I was grateful for the discipline, thankful for the opportunity to show her how obedient I could be.

Well, since I had no choice anymore anyway, I guess my conviction might seem a little disingenuous. But the way I saw it, the obedience ball was out of my court now, I might as well be optimistic. My cock was locked. The responsibility for my orgasms had been taken from me and was being held by two women who were grooming me for their personal use.

I looked forward to being subservient to two Dommes. I hoped it was every bit as exhausting as I imagined it to be. I wanted to feel either drained from an orgasm or climbing toward the next one. At least I had a better chance of cumming sooner and more often with two key holders.

Maybe. Unless they conspire. Which I'm sure they will. I'm so fucked.

I can almost hear them in my mind discussing next steps. Elena wants to correct my impatience and encourage more courteous behaviour from me in general. Mistress Cecilia, I think, is interested in having a pair of subs. But even if Elena is interested, I'll still be the lowest sub on the totem pole and in service to both of them because I'm male.

The merits of the cage are probably being discussed. Mistress Cecilia will likely reassure Elena that I can still pee through the cage, and that it will be my job to keep it clean, not hers.

Yes, I'll need to ask to be unlocked each time the cage needs cleaning. So I'll need to ask often. Mistress Cecilia said that would help resolve some of my residual pride issues. She says I am too arrogant and that I need to understand that being a submissive is all about service to my Domme, not about actualizing my sub fantasies.

"Real obedience means no cheating sub," she said. "And being an actual sub means giving up your selfish entitlement issues so you can focus on making the erotic dreams of your Domme come true." Mistress Cecilia smiled and patted my face affectionately. "You can learn sub. With a little effort on your part you can be eating out of my hand in a few weeks."

Now she was back. I imagined I heard decisiveness in her step. What had been discussed? How much control had Elena ceded? What new humiliation could I look forward to?

Mistress Cecilia tapped the toe of her Prada stiletto on the floor next to my head. I remained crouched at her feet, reluctant to face her; excited by her new authority over me.

"Too bad you can't actually pee for me," she said. "By the way, that bathroom needs cleaning sub. I'm surprised you haven't taken care of that yet. Does your Domme have to tell you to do everything?"

Bathroom? She had simply used the bathroom and now she was back. No important consultation about my future had transpired. Elena was probably out someplace for all I knew.

Wow. How self-absorbed can you get? But that's the nature of it, isn't it, this bewitching pursuit of sexual pleasure. That's one of the reasons why it's so overwhelming. The emotional intensity combined with the consistent pervasion of sex hormones is incredibly enthralling. Prudence and sound judgement are banished from existence, and the logic of an erect cock takes command.

"Stand. Let's see how you've been reacting since I've been gone." Her voice carried a tinge of irony, as if it was inevitable that she would return to find a hard cock, even after a break.

I stood up to prove her wrong. But she unlocked my cage and pulled it off. In seconds, she turned my flaccid cock into a seven-inch long solid wood carving of itself.

"Don't waste time imagining you have a choice about this, sub. That thing between your legs hasn't belonged to you for quite awhile now. It will get hard or go soft whenever I tell it to. All I need you to be is conscious." Mistress Cecilia kept her hands moving back and forth along the inflexible shaft of my cock while she spoke.

"This is a technique I learned in a workshop last week. Grunt if you like it." I couldn't not grunt. "It's very effective if you haven't been allowed to cum for a while, isn't it?" I grunted. "Three days huh? Well now that you have taken the edge off, let's see if you can cum a second time. Maybe you should be forced to catch up, my poor deprived sub." She smiled again, not unpleasantly but not warm and friendly either.

"I know you think you're done, but I bet I can make you cum twice more to make up for the terrible neglect you suffered at the hands of your Mistress." She placed both hands on my chest and pushed me onto my back. "Grab your ankles with your hands and stay on your back."

I gave her the complete access she wanted. My genitals and ass were on display and begging to be used. As though she had been anticipating this moment, Mistress Cecilia produced wrist and ankle restraints from her bag of tricks. Within minutes my ankles were clipped to my wrists and my legs were spread.

"I'm going to use punishment as a teaching opportunity. I called Lena on her cell when I was in the bathroom and asked her to pick up one more item I need for your education. She's back now." Elena walked into the room carrying an adjustable spreader bar.

"Set the length at three feet, dear. That should give us plenty of access." Once my ankles and wrists were shackled at either end of the spreader, the women stood over me. Mistress Cecilia offered to show Elena the new technique she had learned.

Mistress grabbed my erection to steady her balance as she squatted between my knees and shoved two lubed fingers up my ass. Elena held the spreader bar still and I stopped shifting around as Mistress Cecilia searched for my prostate.

"Watch how my fingers and my hand work together. Once I find his prostate; there, see how his face flushes and his nipples harden? My other hand keeps the pace steadily increasing on his shaft, see?"

"Now you do him. He expects to not be able to cum again so soon. But he can. It will be excruciating, but he can probably cum three or even four times before he is drained."

"Make him sorry he disobeyed you Elena. Make him cum a second and a third time to make up for the three days he thinks are owed him. Drain him. Then we will put him back in his cage where he won't have to worry about his lack of willpower anymore."

Elena eased two fingers into my over-lubed asshole and simultaneously took over milking my shaft. I sobbed.

"Please Elena, please Ma'am! My cock aches. I can't cum again so soon. I'm so sorry I edged myself that first day Ma'am. I'll do better Ma'am I promise! Please don't milk me again so soon!"

"Who's in charge Elena?" Mistress Cecilia said quietly. I felt Elena's hand let go. Mistress Cecilia straddled me and held the spreader bar steady. I stared up her skirt at her naked ass and pussy while Elena slid three fingers into me. I had expected her to release me. But while Mistress Cecilia held me in place, Elena milked me for the second time. Elena was a quick learner and her technique was flawless.

Using the spreader bar for balance, Mistress Cecilia squatted over my face and I performed for her. I lapped her black pussy while Elena drained the semen from me.

"That must be all. Only a dribble came out this time when he came." Elena slapped my cock and stood up. "Thanks for the push," she said, "I almost fell for it." Mistress Cecilia grinned.

"I knew you'd make the right choice Elena. Subs need to atone for their sins or they think they can get away with disobedience. I would have made sure he recognized his error in any case," she smiled. "But his punishment is better coming from you."

"Help me reorient him on his knees and elbows. He's probably done but let's make sure." Mistress winked at Elena and they rolled me onto my stomach. The spreader bar ensured my ass was raised high and my legs remained splayed apart while the side of my face was pressed into the floor.

"Oh my god! Please! Please Mistress not again. I can't!" I was desperate. They ignored me; just a whining sub trying to dodge his obligations.

"For you this is more a test of resolve, isn't it Elena? Do you cave in to his begging or do what is necessary to shape him into a better submissive? Who is leading? The whining sub or the woman in charge?" They locked eyes for a moment. "Congratulations Mistress Elena."

From then on I addressed them both as Mistress.

Mistress Cecilia slid three fingers into my lubricated rectum while Mistress Elena pulled down on my balls to access my surprisingly stiff erection. A few sharp slaps followed by some gentle stroking ensured my cock was as hard as possible.

While Mistress Celina gave me a spanking and ass-fucked me with her fingers, Mistress Elena milked the last vestige of cum out of my aching cock. I trembled and sobbed for her as my body convulsed in a third orgasm.

"That's it. No discharge. He's dry." Mistress Elena squeezed my balls just in case. "Never question my authority again sub. Who decides when you cum?"

"You decide Mistress Elena. I am grateful for your attention Mistress."

"Correct response sub."