Mistress Keera Pt 12

Please read Mistress Keera Parts 01 to 11 for context.

I lay there in post orgasmic bliss, stretched out flat on my cum filled belly as I felt Stuart's manly secretions being absorbed by my secret passage. It was a wonderful feeling, I played with the tender bud of my right nipple while my other hand explored my now quickly softening little excitement. I was complete, replete and impatient to see Stuart again, even though he had only left a few minutes ago. I lay there, my body bathed in the afternoon sun, my insides bathed in his delicious spendings, not wanting to move a muscle for fear of losing one drop of that precious essence that had been gifted to me.

I drifted, not asleep, not awake, but somewhere in between, in a deep contented subspace. It was there lost deep in my thoughts that my Goddess found me.

"Well!!" "Someone has had a good time."

" Oh Goddess, thank you so very much. It was wonderful. He was...magnificent. But oh Goddess, he didn't beat me and I forgot..."

"Shhh, little bitchboy, we can rectify that." She smiled. "Have I a rival for your affections?"

"Oh Goddess, no, but he is a very good friend...with benefits." It was my turn to smile.

"C'mon now you can tell me later. Jenn is on the way over with takeaway. C'mon let's get you dressed."

She put me in a simple outfit, red skirt, red heels, padlocked of course and one of my collars "tinytim property of Mistress Keera" I went down to set the table and she followed in her running gear carrying a large gym bag.

My Goddess directed me to set the table for two. I realised that I was probably the odd one out. Dr. Jenn arrived dressed all in white, a tennis outfit carrying her doctors bag.

"A quick check up before we start on your fitness regime."

I agreed.

My Goddess quickly butted in, " I am afraid that she may have had unprotected sex again today Jenn,"

Again I hung my head in embarrassment, confirming that that was indeed the case.

"Stuart was over and when I tasted the silky smooth skin on his gorgeous cock, I had to taste his sweet spunk. Then I gave his manhood another blow job. Then he fucked my arse Doctor Jenn and I enjoyed it so much that we did it again."

"Oh, tinytim, four times, four loads, two down your guts and two up your bum."

"Yes Doctor Jennifer, I guess that I am just a cock hungry slut."

"You sure are, bitchboy, you sure are."

She examined me quickly. Gave Goddess a new prescription for medication and gave me another shot. We moved quickly to the new home gym. Mistress Keera set the ground rules.

"Me first, then tinytim, than the good Doctor or the bad Doctor." She grinned.

"The first item ins the Crikey Dykey Bikie. Let me demonstrate."

She hopped on to the exercise bike and quickly brought it up to speed. Her strong thighs worked away and made short work of a couple of kilometres. She pedalled lightly until the machine began to slow.

"OK, tinytim next. She put me in position on the saddle, then she flipped a switch. Tethers dropped from the pedals and she fastened my feet in place on the pedal. Then she fastened a pair of electrodes to my little danglers from underneath the saddle. Then directing me to stand she pulled a small dildo through a gap in the saddle and directing me to sit againI felt it nestled at my anal passage.

"Pedal," she commanded.

I did as directed, squealing as the dildo buried itself deep in me on the downstroke of the pedal and withdrew on the upstroke. The harder I pedalled the quicker it go. I squealed as it continued and pedalled for a good ten minutes. When I eased off on the pedals I began to get little shots from the electro data he'd to my little danglers. These increased in intensity until I started to pedal again. Pedal hard, squeal, stop pedalling, shock, squeal. I did a lot of squealing. The ladies were b=very interested in the operation and my Goddess explained that as the pedals turned the generated electric current was stores=d and administered when the pedalling stopped. It was a fun twenty minutes.

Then my Goddess asked, "well Jenn."

I nearly dropped when Jenn said "OK"

I was directed to clean the little dildo while my Mistress set up her friend, strapping her into the pedals, my mouth made short work of the cleaning. I could taste Stuart's essence as I cleaned it and swallowed. My face was in the proximity of Jenn's skirt and she was plainly "commando."

My Goddess placed the dildo at the entrance to Jenn's shaved slit then attaching the electrodes to the fleshy lips, she slapped Jenn's arse shouting "pedal."

Around the pedals went, this time it was Jenn's turn to squeal as the dildo plunged deep into he cunt. She pedalled gamely for about ten minutes too. As she eased off the shocks started. She shuddered and tried to pull her feet from the pedals before screaming in obvious orgasm.

Again I cleaned as my Goddess pushed my head against Jenn's hairless slit. I used my tongue hard and fast and incredibly, brought her to orgasm again. I cleaned the dildo again and tounged up the moisture from the saddle.

We moved on to the treadmill. Again my Goddess pounded out an easy ten minutes. She had worked up a bit of a sweat as she got off the machine and I didn't need to be told to clean the sweat from her legs and arms and gorgeous womanly belly. Then it was my turn. Again a switch was flicked. I was made take off my skirt and naked, apart from my collar and cage, helped into and unusual studded half harness. A waist piece was joined to two prices that looped between my thighs joining again to the waist. It had large d-rings to the front and back. When I was in place I was tethered to the front of the machine, again electrodes were placed on my danglers and this time also on my nipples. Finally my wrists were cuffed, one to each handrail.

I was barely able to walk in high heels let alone run. So I spent al lot of time stumbling, getting shocked to my nipples and danglers with a strong pull on the harness. Goddess lost her temper with the nipple attachments as they kept pulling off. It was so funny that the three of us just ended up laughing, more of a comic calamity than torture.

I said "I think the nipple attachments were meant to be used with pierced nipples."

Goddess Keera replied "funny you should say that..." As she lifted Jenn's top to reveal a substantial pair of tits, both nipples pierced.

Jenn groaned as we lifted and placed her in position on shaky legs. We attached the wires to her pierced nipples and clipped her again on her flushed cunt lips. Goddess started the machine, raising the incline after just a few minutes and again shortly after that. Jenn began to struggle straining against the electrode tethers. The shocks began, and shortly after the orgasmic screams before my Goddess took pity on her, stopping the machine.

We took a thigh each as we lifted her from the belt, lowering her gently to the floor. Keeping hold of each thigh we spread her wide, with my Goddess's head on one side and mine on the other we swooped in attack. We tickled and teased with fingers, lips and tongues. Holding her firmly in place, helpless to our assault. Her head twisted and her breathing quickened. She seemed almost in continuous orgasm. When she finally lay quiet, Goddess released her and gestured to me to put my head between Jenn's thighs while she climbed up into position before lowering her own centre to Jenn's eager lips, while Goddess's fingers teased and played with Jenn's proud and erect nipples. Jenn's belly convulsed again as she pleasured my Goddess in proper adoration. I commenced reciprocal ministrations to her outpouring ladycore. Our only indications of her ongoing orgasmic train was the pulsing of her belly and the clenching and unclenching of her thigh muscles as she screamed deep within my Goddess's temple of delight. After twenty intense minutes we rested. Goddess lifted me from her and brought me over to stand on a marked spot on the floor. She attached chains to the hooks on the back of my harness and going to the weights machine hoisted me off my feet to about a metre off the ground, leaving me dangling in place in just harness, collar and cage. They left me there, Goddess helping Jenn to her feet as they left me to my thoughts.

I was on the verge of orgasm and drifted back to the last time I was in a position like this. I was twenty two and experimenting with bondage and dressing. I had d]some pairs of stockings and panties that were left behind by a previous girlfriend. I used to take a long length of rope, knotting it tightly around my belly. Then I would reverse the knot until it was at my back then bring both sides of the rope back up through the waist piece, I would dress in panties and stockings and standing upon a stool, tie off the ends of the rope at the top of one of the doors. Stepping off the stool I dangled a few inches below the stool. The pull of the ropes in my crotch area at the juncture of my thighs was a delicious feeling and I always got so hard in my panties as I imagined myself tied and helpless in panties as I "rode" the door with my thighs. It was always only for a short while as the pull on my thighs as well as the fear of getting caught made me curtail these sessions each time.

All was going well until one sunny summer Saturday evening. I had found a nylon clothesline that had a delicious pull between my thighs. I had dressed in shocking pink panties and thigh high red stockings and I was feeling particularly horny. I tied the clothesline a little higher than normal forcing me to the full extent of my tiptoes. As i stepped off the stool my foot slipped and Backward kicked the stool across the room. The door was freshly painted and as I had removed the handles for painting I had nothing to get purchase on. The line slipped and tightened. I hang there, my thighs riding the sleek door as my sense of desperation and my erection increased. The line cut deliciously into the juncture of my thighs. I hung there, zoning into subspace the front of the panties tented outwards and finally full of spunk as I coated them with copious amounts of spunk. I hung, I ached, I tried to get down, I came again. Twice more this happened until in one desperate last attempt I was able to free myself from my dilemma. Many more times I tried to recreate this scene but always having a knife to hand to cut and run.

But now, here it was for real. No escape. No control. Dangling. With the studded harness cutting in all the right places. My little excitement, though tightly caged, managed to spew twice. I was in submissive dreamland. I would happily have hung there all night. But it was not to be. My Goddess and Jenn came back.

"tinytim, myself and Jenn have been talking and we have had so much fun tonight we thought you might like to have a night off from the cane."

"Oh Goddess and Doctor Jennifer that is very nice of you. I am grateful, your humble servant thanks you."

"OK. That's settled then, you will have tomorrow night off. So twenty four strokes then Jenn."

I was conned again. When Jenn took position I heard her say, it seems she has a total regard for safe sex as it looks as if she has come on the floor."

I heard my Goddess tutting as she grabbed me by my thighs and swung me gently. It was on about the third swing that the cane exploded across my arse. I leaped in my chains. Again I was swung, again I was hit. The endorphins started to build, across the next six swings and hits everything was done in silence. The twelfth landed and Goddess called a break.

Jenn changed position and moved in front of me. I started to shake.

"Relax, bitchboy. She knows this is your first front caning, she won't go hard."

I wasn't convinced, then Goddess started my sway in the opposite direction. The cane met the front of my thighs twelve times in quick succession. My Goddess was right, as always, it was stinging but not unbearable.

"Now for the last pice of fun tonight, and this one is exclusively yours little tinytim. You are going to have a night in the sandbox."

I was lowered from the swing, steadied in my heels. The half harness removed while Jenn checked me over.

An then I saw it.

Honey Humbler.

My Goddess shushed me with a finger to my lips.

Honey Humbler was opened wide in front of me and proffered to my lips.

I heard the word 'Ode"

I kissed its tortuous jaws and it's wingnut tighteners.

"Honey Humbler oh how I love thee,

Although you bring such pain to me,

My little danglers in your grip you'll soon possess,

Please fasten me tightly my sweet Goddess."

Jenn clapped her hands at my poetic efforts.

I was put in the sandbox, the bottom part was full of sharp little stones. My cage was unlocked. My little danglers were drawn through my some thighs. Honey Humbler was fastened in place. The wingnuts tightened as far as they would go, trapping my poor little danglers in it's jaws. The backs of my thighs accommodated in its shape and I was secure. My wrists were secured, each one to a post and the ladies watched on.

It was a simple device.

Stand up and the stones made it hard to keep your balance.

Kneel down and the sharp stones cut into your knees.

Hang from your wrists and the humbler reminded your body, through you balls, not to attempt to straighten yourself.

Unlike other forms of bondage and torture you felt you had choices.

Well you had but which one was the worst.

My Goddess and Jenn, kissed and smooched as they sat and watched my plight. I put on a little show for them and they put on a little show for me. I moaned and groaned and begged.

Jenn dined out on my Goddess, her sucking and licking sounded all the more lascivious to my tortured ears until finally `I heard the unmistakable sound of my Goddess's orgasmic cries.

Then I was left in the darkness, in my delicious pain and discomfort.