Subs Revenge

Note from the author:

The following story was a collaboration between me an extremely talented author by the name of Lady Jane. We had a scene and took turns moving the story forward from our own unique perspectives. Her Literotica handle is ladyjane2099, so please be sure to check out her fabulous work.

MISTRESS EMILY

What a wonderful start to a weekend,

I think as I lie there panting while Sir withdraws from my now very satisfied pussy. The duvet is a mess, and the room is filled with the scent of hot, steamy, passionate sex. Our male sub, Ben, obediently kneels in the corner facing the wall, dressed in nothing other than a pink leather collar and matching micro chastity cage. He shares this duty with Jane, our other sub, and they take turns attending to our needs if we require anything through the night.

"Bring the wet wipes and clean us up," I instruct as I light up a cigarette. The post coital light up the only one of the habit I've been unwilling to shake.

Diligently and without question, Ben does as he is told, freshening us up gently and thoroughly.

Looking thoughtfully at his retreating form, Sir turns to me and says, "remember last time, you asked Jane to do the same and she tutted?"

"Hmm mmm," I reply, only half listening in my post orgasm, nicotine high bliss.

"You let that one get away with murder sometimes," he chuckles as he pecks me on the cheek and exits the bed. "Ben, go and start breakfast," he says as he makes his way to the bathroom.

Staring at the ceiling, I admit to myself he's right, I am less firm with Jane despite her constant brattyness. A small pang of guilt hits me as Ben is nothing less than the perfect sub and hasn't put a foot wrong in so long I can't remember; I only ever punish him because its fun.

Jane on the other hand is the very definition of a brat. We must constantly correct her behavior and she has embarrassed us more than once in front of our friends. If I'm being honest, I enjoy the thrill of taming the brat and especially love it when Sir and I bring her into the bedroom as our little fuckdoll. Her skin is soft, her body tight and she gives the most exquisite oral to both of us. I adore her moans and whimpers as I overstimulate her clitoris with my Hitachi and Sir pumps either her pussy or throat for his own gratification.

Oh, and the cries and thrashing as we use flogs, whips and canes on her bare ass and thighs

, I think, feeling myself becoming aroused once again.

A thought crosses my mind and I check my phone calendar to find it's been over fourteen months since Ben's last orgasm. A mixture of shock and amusement washes over me as I realize the poor bastard must be really suffering while being such a good sub. Logic kicks in and I recognize I should probably reward him. But how to... A wicked smile forms on my face as the idea strikes me like a lightning bolt.

Jane has been particularly troublesome of late in direct contradiction to Ben's exemplary behavior, so why not kill two birds with one stone. Their rivalry is no secret, they try to hide it but the atmosphere between them is undeniable. Sir once caught Jane teasing Ben by rubbing her naked pussy on his cage and making fun of his big, full balls. Sir had corrected her right there by putting her over his knee and delivering a prolonged spanking but the tit for tat continued, usually instigated by Jane.

As the idea fully fleshes itself out in my mind, the villainous smirk grows on my face.

Oh yes, Jane, my little slut, you will get a lesson today and Ben will get his overdue reward,

I think to myself.

Quickly I dress in a leather skirt with matching underwired leather crop top and six-inch stiletto thigh-high boots. Then I collect some cheap, slutty lingerie from my drawer and make my way to the garage where the subs spend their nights in large metal crates.

LADY JANE

I'm always excited when Mistress Emily comes to get me in the mornings. I'm so glad to be let out of my crate, it's usually easy to be on my best behavior. Which means it's easier for Mistress to indulge her soft spot for me.

This morning though, I'll admit...I'm a little pouty.

Last night was Ben's turn to serve Sir and Mistress overnight, and that's fine but...then I could hear them having sex this morning. I don't mean to be jealous, it's not like it's the first time or anything... but Sir had Mistress really screaming this morning! Every one of her outcries made my pussy tingle, even though I was locked down here in my crate.

But Ben got to be there and I can't stand Ben! He's always trying to show me up. Doing everything perfectly when Mistress tells him and always giving me those smug little looks when Her or Sir praises his obedience. They never see that of course, but he fucking does it! He really thinks he is Mistress's favorite and I can't stand that!

He probably is Sir's favorite, even though I suck Sir's dick

so much better!

I know I can be a little bratty sometimes -

but I don't mean to be!

It's like I can't help it. And you know what? I think Mistress kind of likes it, not that she'd ever admit it. I mean, I'm good

most of the time...

so I think She kind of enjoys when She gets to be more aggressive with me, make me listen, or punish me. It keeps things interesting. And that's why I'm Mistress's real favorite!

And that's why she hasn't let Ben orgasm in over a year. Loser.

But that's why I'm already a little pouty when Mistress opens my crate this morning.

I crawl to kneel at her feet, as expected...but a little slower than she likes.

She makes me do my twerk exercises. "No point in having a fat ass like yours if you can't shake it," she says.

And I do love shaking it for Mistress, but this morning I can't quite muster my usual enthusiasm at first. This earns me a few stinging swats from the riding crop, but just enough to get me moving. Soon I'm bouncing and jiggling my naked tail just the way she likes.

"Looks like you're loosened up," Mistress says and swats me again.

I yelp and jump, that one was harder.

"Now kneel."

I pout at Her, still rubbing my stung cheek. Until I see her grip tighten on the crop and I get into position quickly. She slips the crop under my chin, titling my face up and staring into my eyes.

Just Her glare is enough to make my heart race, make me wilt, make me weak.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I whimper.

She smirks and the crop lashes my bare left nipple! I squeal in pain and shiver as the sting melts through my whole chest.

Still staring into my eyes, Mistress strokes the crop over my right...no doubt savoring the way I tremble and brace my teeth in anticipation of another lash.

"Put these on," she says instead, and drops a handful of lingerie in front of me.

"Oooo! What for?" I blurt and the crop lashes my other nipple.

I couldn't help it! I was excited. Anytime Mistress dresses me, it's because she has something special in mind...but obviously I should have known better.

So I hurry now to get into the lingerie. It's an open bra with black straps making a triangle to display my petite boobs. There's a matching garter belt to hold up a pair of fishnet stockings. And a G-string so skimpy it barely covers my kitty, and sheer enough you can see every inch of me anyway.

I feel so slutty and pretty once I get it all on, and quickly kneel back at Mistress's feet. I'm practically purring. If She's putting me in something like this...She definitely has something special planned!

MISTRESS EMILY

Watching Jane hurriedly get into the lingerie has me holding back a smirk. It's not uncommon for Sir and I to quickly become horny again after a particularly intense fuck, and we often bring her in to use her. Its adorable how excited she is, it'll make the revelation of her task all the sweeter, and I nearly tell her to slow down lest she damage the garments in her rush.

"Come with me," I command as I lead her out of the garage and through the kitchen. Ben is washing up and there is no sign of Sir, he's probably gone for his morning run. "Ben, leave those and follow."

I resist an urge to look back at Jane who must be growing confused as to why Ben would be coming with us. My magnificent heels click on the wooden floor as our little troop heads down the stairs to the basement which contains our dungeon. It's a harsh, utilitarian space, with no windows, a bare concrete floor and neatly placed equipment strewn about. The walls too, are adorned with hundreds of implements designed to cause pain or pleasure, or both. But I won't be needing any of these today.

"Jane, kneel there. Ben, stand there," I instruct, pointing. They are about ten feet apart and after a moments pause, I approach Ben. I tower over him in my stilettos and slowly walking around him, flicking my gaze from one to the other, I say, "you have been ever so obedient lately, little Ben."

"Thank you, Mistress," he blurts out.

"Let's not ruin it by talking out if turn, shall we," I chastise angrily while grabbing his cheeks and pulling firmly forward. I notice Jane look at the floor and a sly smirk for on her face as I release him and continue, my voice now level and intimidating as usual, "and it's been a very long time since your last orgasm." Very subtly, he nods his head and I see the pained, raw expression in his features before I bend down and remove his chastity key from my ankle bracelet. "I think," I say as I insert the key into the integrated lock, "you deserve," a click as the mechanism releases, "a little reward", I continue as his little cock tumbles out. "Would you like to know what your reward is?" I ask seductively as I slowly massage his balls.

"Ye... Yes, Mistress," he stammers, pleasure already engulfing him.

"Her," I say with a wicked smile as I turn my head to face her.

I see Jane's back stiffen and her eyes go wide at the realisation. She must be in absolute shock, I muse, as for once there's no smart-ass remark falling from her pretty mouth.

"She's completely yours, do whatever you want to her. I only have one instruction: don't cum too quickly, make it last, enjoy her," I say as I continue to stare at her, savouring the look on her face. Then I walk over to Jane, grab a fistful of hair and pull sharply down. A yelp escapes her, and I see tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at me. "You need bringing down a peg or two and I'm going to enjoy watching this, you little slut. I wonder where he'll choose to finish. I know you love to be pumped full of cum, or sprayed with it, but this will be

Ben's

cum and not Sir's," I mock, emphasising her fellow subs name and finishing with a taunting laugh.

Turning to Ben once more, I notice that he's already semi-erect and his body language screams at the desire to be let loose on this female. The lustful, predatory look in his eyes speaking volumes to his long-term denial. His swiftly hardening cock also reminds me that I'd forgotten he was quite well endowed and that it'll be a struggle to get him back in that tiny cage later. I push this to one side though as I remember we have plenty of ice upstairs to assist.

Taking a detour to one of the drawers, I return to Ben and push a bottle of lube into his hand. "Remember, you can put it...

anywhere

."

LADY JANE

I'm speechless.

She's giving me to Ben?? She prettied me up as a reward for him...for that loser?

I look to Mistress pleadingly, this can't be - but Her glare crushes me instantly. There's no trace of the soft spot She usually shows me. This isn't some misunderstanding. It's not a joke.

If Ben and I were competing for her "affection" it's suddenly clear that he won. Obedient, non-bratty, goody-two-shoes Ben is her favorite, and now I'm not the competition...I'm the prize!

I'm completely his, by Mistress Emily's own words. He gets to do whatever he wants to me...after a year of not being allowed to cum.

Whatever he wants to do to me...unleashing a year of pent-up lust from Mistress's expert teasing and denial.

Whatever he wants to do to me...after a year of my taunting and teasing, of rubbing my pussy on his cage when Sir and Mistress weren't watching, and laughing when his cock would get so painfully hard inside that little chastity cage.

I turn towards him, still pouting and maybe a little nervous.

His own glare crashes into me and I gulp. His cock is easily twice as big as I would have expected. I don't even know how Mistress got it in that cage! And now it's aimed right at me, hard and eager for revenge.

And the look in his eyes, scanning my body, his prize...like hungry tiger spotting its prey.

I glance towards Mistress once more, we both do as if seeking Her final confirmation. She looks into my eyes, reading my distress, my disappointment and disgust. Then she grins and says, "Don't look at me, you belong to BEN now..." There's ice in her tone and it makes me shiver, I hang my head. "...For now," she adds, then looks to Ben, Her expression warming for her new favorite. "Well, go on...enjoy your little slut!...Before I get bored."

"Yes Mistress!" Ben can barely contain his excitement. He stalks up to me, cups my chin and tilts my face up to his.

The smug look in his eyes, the triumphant grin on his face, twists apprehension through my belly. He thrusts his cock in my face and mumbles out, "Su-suck me...my dick...suck my dick."

Mistress snickers.

Ben pulls my chin forward, guiding me to his cock. Fine.

This loser hasn't cum in a year! There's no way he's ready for me! Especially not my mouth. No matter how bratty I've been Sir always tells me what a "phenomenal little cock-sucker" I am.

Mistress Emily taught me so well on her super-jumbo strap on.

I stick out my tongue and run it along the underside of his cock. It's almost vibrating by the time I reach the tip...is this loser going to cum already?

Mistress wants to watch? I bet she'll be sooo disappointed when her new favorite can't last 3 minutes with me! Hehe, Good!

Staring up at Ben with all the petulance I can muster, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him in deep. He groans right away, and I think his knees even wobble.

I could laugh...if my mouth wasn't full of his cock. He's actually a really nice size, not a big as Sir obviously...but he fits just right in my mouth. Much as I hate to admit it.

I slide my lips down Ben's shaft slowly, flicking my tongue around each ridge and vein until he's coated in my spit. His hips tremble when I work my tongue around his base and hum gently. I cup his balls, massaging them as I start to bob my head back and forth.

He groans again and sort of rocks back on his heels. I lean forward on my knees, sucking quick and firm. I can feel his cock already twitching in my mouth, swelling a little more.

I've got him! This is almost too easy...

Then I get the first taste of his precum. It tingles across my tongue and I shiver, my nipples get instantly hard. I sit forward and start sucking a little harder.

Sub, rival, loser...as little as I think of Ben, he's still a guy and his masculine taste suddenly gets a little more appealing. Almost, irresistible...in a way... I love sucking dick!

No reason not to let myself enjoy this, right? Short as it'll last.

I can't help but moan around Ben's shaft. I suck even harder, bobbing my head faster and letting out wet little slurps. I even gag myself every few strokes, letting the cringe run down my torso and between my legs.

I absolutely do not imagine him fucking me...but I do savor the heat and hardness of his cock on my tongue, and the sharp and salty pangs of his precum in the back of my throat.

My face flushes with embarrassment as I grow even more eager on Ben's dick. I'm drooling. Moaning and bobbing faster. Sucking tight and working his firm balls between my excited fingers.

Then my eyes flutter open to find him leering down at me, lustful and predatory...and not even close to cumming.

MISTRESS EMILY

I perch on one of the spanking benches as Ben approaches her and stammers out a pathetic order to suck his dick. I can't help but let out a little laugh, the poor thing must be overwhelmed with excitement.

There is a change in Janes expression, and she suddenly get to work on the cock. She's a devious little slut, and its instantly obvious to me that she's trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible. A small flash of anger washes over me as I see that it might actually work, Ben's slightly shaking legs a testament to his rising pleasure. Luckily the moment passes, and Ben seems to regain some amount of control, no doubt remembering what I said about not cumming to soon.

Jane see's it too and there's a moment of indecisiveness before she re-doubles her efforts to extract the orgasm from him. Ben seems stuck in the moment, like a cat in headlights and I know he'll lose the battle eventually as Jane is a very good cocksucker - I taught her myself, I think smugly. I'll have to help him or this will be a disaster, with Jane strutting around, her bratty-ness no doubt reaching new heights.

I hop down and approach Jane from the back and suddenly notice her moans. I've heard her with Sir, and I know those are not fake. Some part of this little fuck-toy is actually enjoying this, she'll hate herself for that, I think with a grin.

I reach down and place a couple of fingers between her legs. Sure enough, she's extremely wet and the instinctive whimper at my touch only confirms she's incredibly aroused.

Placing a hand atop her head, I say, "stop a minute, just hold it in your mouth." Now to Ben I continue softly and warmly, "you are very, very good at doing as you're told, and I know its odd having the freedom to do whatever you want, but don't let her make a fool of you with a simple blowjob." I look down and have to hold back a laugh as Jane simply kneels there with a cock in her mouth as I talk to Ben.

Grabbing two fistfuls of Jane's hair, I push down and forward, causing her to go on to all fours. "Here, like this," I say to Ben, taking his hands and putting them on her head. "Her mouth and throat are lined up now, ripe for fucking," I say with a wicked smile. Squatting down on my haunches to Jane's ear, I say softly, calmly, with all the inflection I can muster, "how do you think Sir is going to feel when he finds out you've been tarnished with a beta cock? I'm not sure he's going to want to use you for a while. He'll probably only think of Ben when he looks at you." A wave of sadistic pleasure washes over me and I get a flush of heat in my own pussy as I watch her reaction. Her eyes becoming moist and darting side to side, and her breathing change at the realisation it's true. I can tell she wants to beg and plead, but with a mouth full of cock, she can't.

"Oh, and Ben, don't worry about the mess from her mouth, she can clean it up later," my back now to them as I return to the spanking bench.

Before I even make it, I hear the unmistakable 'gluck gluck' sounds as he starts to mercilessly thrust his engorged cock in and out of her face, in long, full strokes. Soon, long, thick strings of drool are hanging from her chin and every few strokes, Jane gags and retches heavily around the phallus as it pounds the soft tissue at the back of her throat. Her eyes are streaming, and I now wish I'd have put eye makeup on her so it could run all down her face and serve as a reminder of her humiliation.

LADY JANE

Gluck Gluck GLUCK!

The sound of me choking on Ben's beta fucking cock. Of my throat convulsing around his thick head.

Gluck gluck -ulk gluck ulk ulk UULCK!

The sound of him tarnishing me, ruining me for Sir.

To be honest, I wouldn't have thought little Ben had this in him, but thanks to Mistress Emily's instructions, of course, he's now absolutely ravaging my face and throat.