This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. All locations, whether named or otherwise, in this story, are also fictitious and any similarities to any that exist anywhere, are coincidental. If you are not interested in fiction in which males willingly submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.
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Chapter 6
Thursday 16th July 2015
Becky was very calculated the way she moved forward with the teasing after we got home. That night, she made me lick her to three orgasms: one while standing up bent over so I could lick her from behind, one while I lay on the bed and she sat on my face, grinding into me while my tongue worked, and the third with her lying on her back so she could roll over and fall asleep after her final thunderous orgasm. I got nothing but an aching jaw and blue balls.
The following night, Tuesday, it was pretty much the same, three oral climaxes and an extra early morning one on the Wednesday. After that, she kept her body fully clothed and out of my sight claiming it would be worse for me not seeing her until our foursome on Thursday night. She reckoned that seeing her naked after an almost two day break would make the session much worse for me and therefore, much better for her, and Gina, and Liam.
She was so right!
Our guests turned up at just after eight, Gina was her usual bubbly self while Liam was his usual shy, slightly embarrassed self. I always felt he was never entirely comfortable with the games we played, but went along with them because of the incredible sex he got. I would have loved to hear the conversations he and Gina had about these exploits when they were alone, but like him, I managed to get through it because of the tremendous sexual kick I got out of it. Becky was totally correct when she said no feelings were involved, it was just an arrangement through which our own individual needs were satisfied.
With Liam standing on the balcony having a beer, Becky and Gina sat on the settee, glasses of wine in their hands while I stood naked, apart from my cock cage, before them.
"Turn around and let me see how well your arse healed after I caned you, when was it, seven weeks ago?" Gina demanded confidently.
I did as I was told feeling humiliated showing my bare bottom to the woman who had inflicted the damage.
"Oh, good, it's completely healed, a lovely pair of smooth, pink buttocks just ready for a new set of stripes." She giggled.
I turned to look beseechingly at Becky, I wasn't expecting another caning that evening, I'd done nothing to deserve a punishment ... not that I'd deserved one the last time."
"No, I think we'll concentrate on making his poor aching penis suffer tonight," Becky smiled at me. "I want him to watch us give Liam everything he can't have; his only pain being caused by that cock cage squeezing his cock in its futile attempt to grow.
Gina began to touch herself. "I don't think I can last much longer seeing him like that. I need his tongue. How long has he got left in that thing?"
"Nine more days," said Becky slowly.
"Ohhh," Gina moaned. "It must be awful for him having to wait that long. How long has he been in it?"
"Seven days, I think," Becky answered, looking at me for confirmation.
"Yes, seven," I said.
"Ohhh," Gina moaned again, this time louder and more needy. "Seven days without coming, and so tightly restricted, you can't even get hard ... and nine days to go ... ohhh, I'm so sorry, David, but I need your tongue on me right now. Can I have him, Becky?"
"He's all yours." Becky gave me a broad smile, her faced was flushed and I knew how turned on she was. "You know where the bedroom is; I'll be in, in a moment."
Gina jumped from the settee, grabbed my hand as if we were two lovers off to make love. My cock was already struggling inside the cage, partly due to the humiliation, but more to do with being so horny. The prospect of licking Gina's succulent pussy was driving me insane.
In the bedroom, Gina tore off her jeans and thong without any grace, before lifting her T-shirt over her head to reveal her gorgeous sexy naked body. It was the first time I'd actually been alone with her for the purpose of sex, and the excitement of it had my cock almost tearing its way through the plastic ribs. She dropped on the bed, on her back, legs wide open. She was rubbing her fingers on her delicate, pink folds, so desperate was she for relief, she couldn't wait for me to go down on her.
"Now! Quickly!" she ordered.
No matter how frustrated or annoyed I was at points like this, I couldn't help trying to give as much pleasure as I could to my torturers, even Gina, especially Gina who had done so many bad things to me. Even if she hadn't done those things to me, I still didn't like her, but the submissive nature Becky had brought out in me made me want to pleasure her even more. Becky knew this, and that's why she had Gina in the foursome, that was why she'd allowed her to cane me, she knew how difficult it was to be punished like that by someone you didn't like. Not to mention having to give them oral sex to a climax time and time again while I got nothing in return.
I knelt between her legs and placed my face on her pussy as she moved her fingers away. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck and I could feel the wetness on them from her touching herself as she pulled my face hard into her. The smell of her and the taste drove me wild. My groin ached with frustration, but I licked her for all I was worth, desperate to give her the pleasure I was denied.
I did my utmost to give her the most enjoyable time, licking her the way I remembered she loved best, coaxing those feelings of ecstasy she didn't deserve, until, only seconds later, her back arched upwards and the orgasm struck. She still had hold of my head with both hands, grinding herself onto my face. I kept going with my tongue as best I could, teasing every ounce of pleasure from her sex. I kept it up for as long as she needed, slowing as her climax eased down, but not stopping, knowing how she loved a gentler touch to bring her soothingly back to earth.
When she was done, I felt her whole body relax and squirm on top of the soft bed covers, her head sunk back into the pillow, her eyes closed while gentle sighs of pleasure oozed from her mouth. I placed my hands on her abdomen and gently massaged her, it was something I knew she loved, and she responded with more sounds of pleasure.
After a few seconds, her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "Well done, David, how was it for you?"
"Unbearable," I replied.
"Unbearable good? Or ..."