You may want to read the first part, Financial Domination, to see the original context for this account.
My mistress, Mistress Angela, has commanded me to write another account of how we live. I have been Mistress Angela's money slave and cuckold for six months now. She moved in with me a little over four months ago.
We quickly settled into a routine after she moved in. During the day, I'm working and Mistress Angela goes to the gym and school. I've never seen her study, so I assume she studies while I'm at work.
In the evening when I get home, I take off my clothes and prepare dinner for Mistress Angela. When she comes downstairs I put dinner on the table, stand across from her, and listen as she tells me about her day while she eats. She's had me on a diet since she took over my life. I've lost fifteen pounds so far. She wants me to lose another fifteen pounds.
After dinner, we go down to the basement where Mistress Angela shackles me in leather wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling and leather ankle restraints chained to the floor. She whips my back and legs with a leather flogger and paddles my bottom with a wooden paddle. Afterwards, she locks me in a lounger throne I built for her. She takes off her shoes, pants, and panties, and relaxes with her dewy pussy inches from my face while she watches TV. After she's finished watching TV, she unlocks me from the throne and goes to bed. I sleep on her old double bed in the basement while she has the upstairs three rooms of the townhouse to herself.
I clean the townhouse, do the shopping, and run errands on the weekends. On Friday and Saturday nights, Mistress Angela shackles me in her bedroom. I stand and watch while she gets dressed and goes out clubbing. She brings back Brad, Chris, or Steve, and they fuck while I watch. Some time afterwards, she drags herself out of bed and unlocks me from the shackles, so I can return to the basement and get some sleep.
Sunday evening, while I'm in the basement shackles, Mistress Angela unlocks the chrome steel cock cage I wear, cleans my cock with a washcloth, and allows me to jerk off in her hand before she locks my cock for the week.
I was so accustomed to Mistress Angela teasing me with her pussy while locked in the throne, that she surprised me the first time she commanded me to eat it. I didn't notice anything different until I heard what sounded like a porn move playing on the TV. She fingered herself for a while before she slid down the throne and commanded, "Eat my pussy, slave."
It had been about a month since I last tasted Mistress Angela's pussy. I licked and sucked on her clit while she bucked and moaned to two or three orgasms. She slid back on the throne and watched TV for a while. The smell of her pussy and the taste in my mouth aroused me as much as the cock cage allowed.
Now that a few months have passed, I can see that Mistress Angela allows me to eat her pussy about once a month. I'm pretty sure she's having her period, since I've noticed the tampon string. Twice she surprised me and let me eat her pussy on another day, but so far it hasn't been more than twice in a month.
The week after school finished for the summer, Mistress Angela surprised me again. I came home from work Friday to find the house clean and the grocery shopping done. I found a note on the dining room table. "Having a couple of friends over, make steaks with mashed potatoes for three. We'll be back around eight." I took a shower and prepared dinner.
Mistress Angela and her friends came home just before eight. I remembered Brad, but I was surprised to see Sonya. I'd met Sonya almost a year ago when I went one night to the Gold Club to see Mistress Angela. This dancer with shoulder length blonde hair and large fake breasts sat down and I bought her a drink. Talking to her, I found out she was thirty-two and enjoyed talking about female domination. I took her in the Champagne Room, and she really seemed to enjoy sitting on my lap and listening to me tell my stories of female domination while she smoked.
I stood beside the dining room table and listened while they ate and talked. As best as I could tell, Sonya was still working at the Gold Club and broke up with her boyfriend about a month ago, so Mistress Angela invited her over to have some fun. After dinner, we went downstairs into the basement, and Mistress Angela and Brad watched while Sonya flogged and paddled me. Sonya was more forceful than Mistress Angela, and my back, bottom, and legs stung for a while after she mercifully stopped.
Mistress Angela showed Sonya how she locked me in the throne, and went upstairs with Brad after Sonya took off her shoes, pants, and panties, and made herself comfortable on the throne. She watched TV for a while before she slid down and had me eat her to two or three orgasms. She had a tangier taste, not as sweet as Mistress Angela. She slid back on the throne and watched TV for a while before she turned the TV off, unlocked me, and took me upstairs.
Mistress Angela and Brad were already lying in bed when we got there. Sonya locked me in the shackles by the bed, took off the rest of her clothes, and crawled onto the bed. I watched Brad pound Sonya's pussy in the doggie position. It was arousing watching her large breasts swing back and forth. When she collapsed on the bed in orgasmic pleasure, Brad flipped her over and fucked her missionary style until she convulsed and cried out in another orgasm.
Brad moved in between Mistress Angela and Sonya, kissing them. Mistress Angela climbed up on Brad, mounting him, and riding his cock to more orgasms. Sonya got up and rode Brad's cock to another orgasm. I watched amazed as the women took turns riding Brad. I lost count of the orgasms. It seemed like hours before both women lay exhausted on the bed, mewing contently. The room reeked of sex.
Some time passed before Mistress Angela dragged herself out of bed and unlocked me from the shackles. I made my way into the basement and fell into bed; tired but happy thinking about the exhibition I'd seen.
The next morning, I made breakfast for Mistress Angela and her friends. She informed me that we were going to the beach. I put together some sunscreen and towels in two beach bags and loaded up the car. We arrived at the beach three hours later. While I set up an umbrella and spread a couple of blankets, Mistress Angela and Brad went to play in the water.
I rubbed sunscreen on Mistress Angela and Sonya when they commanded me. The women took turns rubbing sunscreen on Brad. When I wasn't doing anything else, I sat under the umbrella, reading and enjoying the view of the ocean. The cock cage reminded me when I looked at too many women wearing bikinis. Later in the day, after most of the crowd had left, Sonya tied my wrists and ankles together behind my back and had me kneel in front of her while she ate. I was hungry, having not eaten since breakfast, and she teased me mercilessly with the french fries and pizza she bought on the boardwalk while Mistress Angela and Brad watched and laughed.
We got home rather late. Brad and Mistress Angela went upstairs, while Sonya and I went into the basement. Sonya commanded me to towel her dry after she finished her shower. After I took my shower, she tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of my double bed, and sat on my chest. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and grinned at me.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, Bert. Have you missed me?"
I smiled. "Yes Sonya, I've missed you."
Sonya cupped her hands under her breasts. "I bet you've missed these too." She took another puff and laughed. "And you still can't touch them!"