Jono and I have a monthly date night with Mistress Jenna. She looks after us both so beautifully that we now have a monthly submissive yearning to visit her. Everything that happens is agreed and within our limits. These are heavily discussed and understood by all parties.
Like each month we arrive at her dungeon separately. Mistress Jenna corresponds with us individually and does not permit us to compare notes. The only obvious part is how long she denies us prior to our appointment. Today we have both been denied orgasms for 5 days. But have been permitted to edge as much as we like. To say we are horny would be an understatement.
Mistress Jenna texts me and instructs me to arrive at 4pm on Friday afternoon. I'm to arrive hydrated, plugged and with my blonde hair plaited.
I walk to her nondescript door promptly at 4pm and am greeted warmly. Once inside her demeanour changes
"Strip slut, fold your clothes and place them in that drawer then assume the position"
I do as I'm told and place every stitch of my clothing in the drawer then bend forward, hands on my asscheeks and pull them apart, eyes downcast. I've done this many times for her. Mistress circles me, then tips my chin up to look at her with her long elegant fingers.
"You've lost muscle tone over Christmas slut, see that your fitness to serve me is rectified before I see you next"
"Yes mistress, sorry mistress" I breathe as her other hand painfully pinches my hanging left breast and then releases it.
I feel my cheeks burn at the shame.
"Finger fuck yourself for me" she says and immediately I thrust my fingers into my sopping pussy feeling the heavy plug nestled in my fuckhole through my wall.
Mistress sets the rhythm by tapping her heeled foot. She slows I slow, she speeds up and so do I. Completely obedient.
"Enough" Mistress says "show me your filthy fingers" and I lift my slick hand up to show her.
"God, you're so desperate aren't you" and she spits in my wet hand
"Taste your desperation" she instructs and I instantly plunge my fingers into my mouth and suck my scent and her saliva from each one greedily. My ass still stuck out, still bent over.
Mistress Jenna laughs and walks off leaving me in the hallway alone. It occurs to me that I have no idea if Jono is already here or what he might have endured.
Minutes pass and finally Mistress returns to me. She loops my collar around my neck, instructs me onto my knees and to follow her. I do exactly that, eyes on her black latex covered ass. Outside the dungeon she pauses and smirks at me then opens the door.
My eyes widen as I survey the scene in front of me. Jono is collared and strapped to the massage bed in the middle of the room, leather crisscrossing his beautiful naked body, meaning he is entirely restrained. His eyes are blindfolded, his ears covered in noise cancelling headphones. His balls are tied with fine rope that runs from his big toes. Every time they wriggle they pull and I see him struggle.
All of this pales into insignificance when I see his cock. It is hard and has a shiny metal sound poking out of the top, with a personalised J on the top. His chest is heaving as the sound slides up and down inside his cock, he can't push it all the way out and, I imagine, knows he would be punished if he did. So he is slowly and involuntarily fucking his little hole as Mistress Jenna and I watch. Me from my kneeling position of course.
"Look at your Jono, he's having a good time isn't he?" Mistress says as she pours more cold lube onto his cock.