This story was written as a gift to my sweet sub, Richard, as part of a consensual, caring relationship. It is a bit of fun fiction which turned us both on and we are sharing it in the hope that you enjoy it as much as we did. If Femdom is not for you, then please do not continue reading. However, if you like the idea of one or more powerful women controlling every aspect of a helpless sub's pleasure, then please read on.
Other stories in this series include Mistress' Pleasure Slave, Sold for Her Pleasure, and Serving as Her Shower Slut.
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Part 1
Richard was kneeling, naked and ready in Mistress's hallway after receiving the summons he had been waiting for all week. After serving as Her shower slut, Richard had chosen to go back into chastity for seven more long days before attempting to please his Goddess enough for Her to grant him some mercy. Tonight, he was going to prove himself worthy.
Blindfolded as he was, Richard's other senses were heightened, and he was able to hear the soft murmur of conversation and tinkling laughter coming from the other room. Mistress had company. He strained harder, feeling jealousy rear its ugly head, to see if he could hear the deeper voice of another male in His Mistress' inner sanctum, but all he heard was the gentle lilt of cultured feminine voices. Curiosity burning him, he stayed kneeling respectfully, waiting for his Mistress to acknowledge him.
After a long ten minutes of waiting, Richard's heart sped up as he heard the sound of not one, but two sets of high heels tapping along the polished floors. While Richard had become more comfortable in his Mistress' presence - OK, he was rarely 'comfortable' in Her presence, but he was at least more at ease with his nudity - he hadn't ever been witnessed serving Her. He kept his respectful position and tensed as he heard someone walking up to him and running their soft hand through his hair.
'Precious boy,' his Mistress crooned as She stroked him, as one would a favoured pet, 'Come, I'd like you to meet someone.' Taking his hand from his thigh, She had him stand and follow Her to the conservatory, Her guest following behind them, giggling.
Directed to kneel once again when he felt the soft rug beneath his bare feet, Richard breathed in his sweet Mistress' exotic musk as She bent to untie his blindfold. 'Pet, this is my dear friend Tatiana.' Looking up, first into his Mistress' beautiful face, Her long dark tresses brushing his cheek as She gazed down at him, he turned then to the visitor, an exquisite slender blonde with razor-sharp cheekbones and long, sharp nails. 'Tatiana is visiting me from Russia, where I spent a long fulfilling summer with her not long ago. I expect you to afford her with the respect that is due to me. Do you think you can do that, boy? Can you obey the demands of another?' Mistress raised an eyebrow expectantly.
She had taught him that any direct question required an answer. 'Yes, Mistress. This one will obey any that You command him to,' he answered respectfully.
Mistress smiled and beckoned him to stand. 'See?' She spoke to the other woman as She walked around Her boy proudly, 'As I said; perfectly trained and respectful. My sweet boy would never let me down, especially in front of my esteemed guest.' As She reached his front again, Her trailing fingers dipped lower to cup and gently caress his full, aching balls. 'Tell Lady Tatiana how long you have had my cock all safely locked away for, pet.'
Flushing with humiliation, Richard turned to the smirking blonde, answering, 'Mistress locked Her cock away twenty-one days ago, although She generously released her boy a week ago,' he added, not wanting to sound ungrateful.
'And, boy, when she released you, did she allow you release?' she smirked, cruelly.
Looking down, he mumbled, 'No, my Lady. This one returned to chastity after he had served his Mistress in the shower.'
'Oh, you poor thing,' she smirked condescendingly. 'Kate, can't you let your little pet out to play?'
Darting his eyes to his Mistress, Richard sucked in a breath. Was this request going to anger Her or could this be the lifeline he needed. Surely, She would want to indulge Her friend?
Mistress K eyed him speculatively. 'Hmmm, boy. Should I release you from your little cage? Do you think you have earned freedom from your chastity?'
Richard knew that no direct question such as this should be taken at face value, and answering hastily without due thought could land him in deeper trouble.
'That is up to Mistress to decide. This one only wishes to please his Goddess.' Surely, that was the safest answer he could give? Respectful and submissive, it was the least likely to cause offense.
Mistress smiled down on him, a look of true affection in Her rich, brown eyes. 'Oh, sweet pet, you do please me and I feel that you have served me well enough to earn a release from your bondage. But remember, boy,' Her voice dropped, and Her gaze hardened, 'You are mine and I expect you not to forget yourself. Just because you are no longer caged, does not mean you have permission to touch my property. Am I making myself clear, boy?'
'Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress,' he replied eagerly. Just to be allowed to be free from the confines of the CB-3000 would be relief. Especially when he was around his Mistress it was very hard not to become painfully aroused and with nowhere in the restrictive cage for his swelling hard-on to go, he would be very happy to be released. 'Now pet, hand me my key,' She smiled, looking down.
Richard's eyes followed Her gaze to the creamy swells of Her cleavage where the slim silver chain disappeared. Tentatively reaching up, he gently moved Her hair over Her shoulders and picked up the delicate chain, lifting the small silver key from Her breasts' embrace and eased it over Her head, dropping it into Her waiting hand. With one soft hand cupping his encumbered genitals, She slipped the key into his heavy metal padlock and separated the evil apparatus that held his cock captive. Immediately he started to harden, his cramped cock unfurling and stiffening as the cool air and Her warm hand caressed it.
Oh, God, it felt so good that he had to suck in a breath and bite his tongue to keep from moaning out loud. How long he had waited for some stimulation, and now, being watched by the cruel blonde, he was already desperate to thrust into his Mistress' hand. All too soon, She released his throbbing member and moved away, chuckling at his disappointment.
'Boy, be a dear and show Lady Tatiana my beautiful garden while I prepare our lunch. You can point out my marble bench where I bound you so deliciously. It will be delightful for you, I'm sure, to see it in the daylight and feel the sun on your flesh as you do so. And, who knows, maybe the neighbours will see you and you'll have your 15 minutes of fame online? Won't that be a fun twist?'
Richard would much rather have offered his services in the kitchen and left Mistress with Her friend, but his was not to question Her orders, merely to carry out Her instructions, so he forced himself to face the other woman and gesture towards the patio doors, inviting her to precede him outside. Smirking as usual, she slinked to the door and let herself out into the sunlit garden, moving only slightly through so that Richard had to carefully edge by for fear of brushing past her.
The gravel pathway dug into Richard's bare feet, but he didn't want to lead her onto the softer grass as this Lady was wearing knife-sharp 4-inch stiletto heels and he didn't think she'd appreciate them sinking into the soft ground. Mindful of what Mistress K had told him, he took her directly to the marble bench, the scene of one of his most memorable encounters with his wickedly controlling Domina.
Taking a seat on the bench, Lady Tatiana beckoned him to stand before her. She was wearing a long black pencil skirt that came down to just below her knees. The skirt was so tight that it meant she had to take small steps, which couldn't have been easy in those heels, and yet she had a natural grace and poise so that it just added to her sinuous beauty. She wore a severe black blouse, buttoned to the throat and her ice blonde hair was tied into a tight chignon. Her cold blue eyes and thin lips were perfectly made up and her nails were filed to blood red points, giving her a slightly vampiric demeanour. While she was clearly a very commanding and beautiful woman, there was something slightly reptilian about her that made Richard shudder.
'So, boy, tell me what exquisite fun your Mistress had with you on this bench,' she commanded, 'I bet you loved every minute of it, didn't you?'
Richard didn't quite know how to answer. It had been a very intense sexually-charged experience but there were certainly parts of it that he couldn't honestly say he'd loved; in fact, much of it was better described as prolonged erotic torture. However, experience told him it was always better not to contradict a powerful woman, so he dutifully answered, 'Yes, my Lady. Uh, Mistress K bound this one to Her bench using plastic wrap then took Her pleasure with Her cock, whilst continuing to enforce orgasm restriction.'
Tatiana laughed, delighted by the torment she could clearly imagine the virile man in front of her enduring. 'And then?' she prompted.
'Mistress said Her slave owed Her three orgasms as he had failed in his edging task and had had to ruin three times that week.'
'And did you?' she asked eagerly, 'Did you repay those three unforgivable lapses in control?'
'Yes, my Lady. Mistress took Her pleasure three times, and then...' he trailed off, his cheeks burning.
'And then? Boy, I have ordered you to tell me what happened, and you will not leave anything out. I want every detail,' she purred threateningly, clearly aroused.
