"Shhh, it's all good." I heard Mistress say as she placed a hand on my chest and stomach soothingly and began to stroke me gently. "Ohhh, darling, did I hurt you?"
Madame taunted me "I just tore off the proverbial band-aid quickly in order not to have you suffer needlessly." And with these words Madame also laid a hand on my breast and began to caress me tenderly. Madame's second hand, however, embraced the penis cage. She placed her thumb on the top of the cage, her fingers cupped my ballsack and the tip of her fingers started to massage the root of my penis firmly. Her powerful fingers dug deep into the delicate flesh. The ladies stood opposite of each other, but their movements seemed completely uncoordinated. A few fingers dug into my crotch, a few fingers played with my nipples, others followed the lines of my navel, or followed the course of individual ribs or muscle strings. Nobody was speaking. No noise disturbed the silence. The three of us now formed a unity again, which solely served the pursuit of pleasure.
1000 tender touches all over my body in combination with the monotonous and powerful massage of my penis root drove me into previously unimaginable spheres of excitement. I felt that a gigantic orgasm built up inside of me. "Please no!" I whined. I was still wearing the penis cage with the integrated dilator that completely sealed off my urethra. Without mercy, Madame's finger massage drove me closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to move my body away from her attention, I tried to escape the stimuli, but the fingers followed me relentlessly. Several times I tried to break out of their strict grasp. I wanted to spare me the pain and the humiliation ... but my resistance was futile! I was helpless against my shackles and the trained fingers of Madame and Mistress... My abdomen lapsed into massive convulsions. Several times, Madame made me come painfully hard against my tightly sealed penis.
