I awoke between Master and Mistress in their bed. It had been two weeks since I'd been let out of chastity which left me in a near constant state of arousal. Much to my chagrin, Master and Mistress had learned that it was much more enjoyable for them to keep me insufferably horny - I served them both with unmatched vigor, equal parts desperation and enthusiasm, and they got to just sit back and enjoy.
They were generous; I was not denied orgasm. Ever. However I was not allowed to touch my own cock. Either they decided to let me out of the cage and stroke and or orally give me pleasure or I was allowed to cum from anal penetration as often as I wanted. With the former, I was let out on occasion however rarely to completion. My hands would be cuffed or tied behind my back, and I might be knelt down on the bed. Master would fuck Mistress in front of me, or vise versa, and Mistress would occasionally touch or hold my cock. I would drip precum in desperation as I watched and, if I was lucky, I might get to see Mistress wipe it off with her finger and taste me. She loved the way I tasted and numerous times I watched her cum while sucking on her finger soaked in my precum. I leaked a ridiculous amount when caged which unfortunately left me caged often.
I'm not complaining, however. Most men are consumed by their own pleasure. They are driven by it and all consideration goes out the window for their partner. Mistress had brought me to my knees, both literally and figuratively, with my chastity cage and she had taught me to put her pleasure first. I experienced emotional orgasms far stronger when she would cum on my tongue after I knew she'd had a hard day; the satisfaction of knowing I'd made her day better and that it was just my service alone which had done so.. well that was truely orgasmic. Numerous times I'd laid beside her, still locked in chastity, both of us panting, sweaty, and basking in the glow of her orgasm and both fully satisfied without my cock ever being so much as looked at. It was a beautiful experience.
It was not as if I never experienced pleasure, quite the contrary. I'd argue that I received far more sexual pleasure being allowed to orgasm once or twice a month than most people who fucked like rabbits. They say to each their own and when I was bent over and taking a pounding from either Masters cock or Mistresses rubber one, my swollen denied balls finding some small relief dripping copious amounts of precum on the floor, I was in sheer bliss. And the beauty of usually not cuming from this was minutes after Master filled me with his cum I was still so horny I wanted it again. And again. Many a night I'd spent bent over their bed as they swapped out behind me using my ass.
Here I lay between the both of them, my cock straining to get hard in my cage and filled with desire from my thoughts. I was laying facing Mistress whose eyes were closed, her beautiful brown hair framing her face as she slept peacefully. I studied her face and a flood of memories of private moments we'd shared made me overwhelmingly happy.
Master was behind me, his thick muscular arm draped possessively around my waist. We were not a throuple. We were not in an open relationship. Master and Mistress were very much in love and the center of each other's universe. They both loved me, of course, in their own ways. Mistress and I had dated for about a year before they'd met. During that time she'd learned she loved being dominant and I'd learned I loved being submissive to her. I'd often in years since wondered if I could ever submit to another Mistress. I'd brought this up to her in conversation once and she's decided to gift me to another Mistress for a night. My service was exemplary and I'd enjoyed the experience (she'd begged to have me back but Mistress never sent me again) but my heart had never been in it. I did what my Mistress had trained me to do. But in after care I'd disclosed that it was fun and exciting and I'd do it again if she wanted me too, but I only ever loved my Mistress and was content serving her.
I'd been introduced to Master about a year after Mistress started dating him. They'd taken a while to settle in and for that year I didn't have much contact with her. New relationships take time and focus to settle. They'd fallen in love and I was satisfied to see both of them so happy together. Mistress text me one day and I asked her how things were going. She gushed about how happy he made her and I smiled. I jokingly mentioned serving both of them one day in a "wouldn't that be crazy way" and one day she called me and said she wanted it to happen. I'd been dating someone new, outside the kink world, at that time and I didn't think that my current partner would be open to that idea and my new relationship took priority. We kept in touch and a few years later it ended up happening.
I drove up to stay with them at their house. All three of us knew the general idea of what could happen but the first night came and went with nothing sexual happening. We drank wine and laughed until late in the night until they retired to their bedroom. Mistress was loud that night, which I assume was for my benefit and I'd masturbated listening to them, edging myself until I heard Mistress find her release. I whispered "Mistress may I cum?" And then whispered back to myself "Yes, Bunny, you can cum." I finished on my chest and hand.
The next morning a shift happened. Mistress told me to make them breakfast while they drank their coffee. The atmosphere was different and the roles and rules went into effect without so much as a conversation about them. Wed talked, of course, of safe words and limits well ahead of time as you'd need to before agreeing to a weekend soirée. But the feeling was noticeably different.
