It’s finally Friday, and my Master had been hinting for the last couple of days that special visitors might be coming to see us later today.

He didn’t reveal who these visitors would be, only that it should be an interesting night of fun. I couldn’t help but feel excited, wondering who it was going to be and what sort of fun he was referring to. All he kept saying was that it was someone whom I had never met previously. “Master? Are your friends coming to play poker tonight?” I asked, as this usually occurs once a month. “No, Laura, it’s someone else tonight. Someone who’s never been here before, and she’s bringing you a little surprise, " he answered.

Immediately, thoughts flashed through my mind, a feeling of excitement rising as I wondered who it could be. My Master requested that I wear black high-heeled shoes, a matching leather collar and a short white nightie. The nightie was his favourite because its length is just enough to cover my vulva when I stand still.

“She, you said, Master. Can I ask who this person is?” I asked inquisitively, especially when I heard the word “she” mentioned. He laughed and said, “I thought you might pick up on that; you’ll have to wait and see who it is when they arrive.” “But the moment they arrive, I want you standing in the middle of the living room, facing the front door, ready for inspection.”

“Is that clear?” he asked sternly. “Yes, Master, perfectly clear,” I replied. The inspection position for me meant naked and standing upright, legs apart, and both hands clasped behind the back of the head.

But tonight, instead of being naked, I will be dressed as Master requested. As I went upstairs to prepare, mixed emotions overwhelmed me, making me unsure whether to feel excited or nervous.  

I always felt sexy wearing this nightie. Its soft fabric hung down over my body, thin enough to see my naked shape beneath, and short enough to reveal my waxed vulva anytime I moved or bent over. As the soft fabric brushed against my skin, it constantly reminded me I was naked and vulnerable.

At six pm, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. “Master! It sounds like our guests have arrived,” I shouted.

I rushed downstairs and stood in the inspection position in the centre of the living room, facing the front door, exactly as instructed by Master afternoon. “Good girl,” Master said, walking past to greet the guests at the front door.

Before they could knock, he opened the door and gestured for them to come inside. “Good evening, " he said as they entered.

“Good evening,” the woman said, entering with an older man. She immediately embraced Master, giving him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. I tried hard not to look directly at them, immediately wondering what their relationship had been like in the past.

“It’s been such a long time since we last saw each other,” she said the moment their lips parted. “Yes, it has. There’s so much to talk about, so many things to catch up on,” Master replied.

The woman was tall and slender. Her long, black hair hung down over her black leather outfit, which clung to her shapely body so tightly that it seemed painted on. Her outfit revealed every curve, and her open leather top revealed enough cleavage to make any man or woman weak at the knees. Her painted fingernails matched the bright red lipstick perfectly. She was a stunning woman. I found it hard not to stare at her in awe.

She told Master, “I would like you to meet my slave. His name is just Boi."

Boi was just over six feet tall and appeared to be in his late fifties. He had a muscular build, with a large chest, muscular legs, and muscular arms that filled his shirt sleeves. The only indication of Boi being a slave was the leather collar he was wearing. It was the first time a Domme with her slave had visited our house—a Domme who must have some history with my Master.

The woman turned and looked directly at me. I immediately shifted my gaze away from her beautiful body and stared at the blank wall at the side of the room. “Oh, who have we got here?” she asked as she moved towards me. “Oh, this is Laura, my wife and my submissive. She’s been eager all day to find out who was visiting tonight," Master told the woman.

"She is quite pretty," the woman remarked while gently touching my side through the nightie. “Laura? I would like you to meet Mistress Alicia,” Master told me. I nodded and said, “Hello, Mistress Alicia. I’m pleased to meet you. Welcome to our home.” “Thank you, Laura. You can call me Mistress. I can see this is going to be a fun evening,” Mistress Alicia said, smiling.

After the introductions, we all went upstairs to the main living area. I immediately began preparing food and drinks for Master and Mistress Alicia. “Boi? I want you to strip”, Mistress Alicia instructed, the moment we got to the top step. Boi removed his clothes, folded them neatly and placed them in a pile next to the staircase.

I immediately noticed the stainless-steel chastity trainer he was wearing. I saw these for sale on the internet. They have a large metal base ring that encompasses both cock and balls, and another smaller ring which just the cock passed through. The two rings are locked together with a small integral lock. I tried hard not to stare, but I noticed his cock was held firmly in position by the smaller ring. Mistress Alicia caught me staring at Boi; I quickly shifted my gaze to another direction.

“Oooh, looks like you have an admirer, Boi,” Mistress said.

“Present yourself, Boi,” she instructed. Boi stood in the room with his legs apart and hands behind his head. He stared straight ahead, avoiding possible eye contact with anyone else in the room. “Laura, come over here, my dear. I want you to have a much closer look at Boi’s pathetically trapped cock and balls,” Mistress instructed. “Yes, Mistress,” I answered.

“Feel free to touch his cock and balls. Look at how the smaller ring bites into his cock as it begins to grow,” Mistress told me. As I caressed her slave’s cock, it got harder and much bigger in my hand. Boi gave a soft moan when I stroked it. The small ring of the chastity trainer bit into the shaft of his cock as it became erect. In no time at all, the metal ring made his cock so hard that it became uncomfortable for him.

“You like that, don’t you, slave? A gorgeous woman like Laura playing with your cock? Don’t you, Boi? “Mistress questioned him sternly. “Yes, Mistress, I do”, Boi answered, sounding uncomfortable. “Good. It might be your lucky night, Boi. Having not been allowed to cum for several weeks, I bet there’s a big load just waiting for an opportunity,” Mistress said laughing. Boi nodded. The chastity trainer made it painful as his cock became harder and harder.

I stroked his cock gently; it was rock hard and pulsating in my hand. Making a cock erect always aroused me. A thread of precum hung from the head and began to string toward the floor. I instinctively caught it on my finger to prevent it from reaching the ground and licked my finger, not realizing that Mistress had seen me. “Laura must be hungry for some cum, Boi; I just caught her licking your precum from her finger,” Mistress said loudly. I blushed. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had just been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

Mistress Alicia sat in the living room on a single-seat lounge chair. “Come and kneel beside me, Boi,” she said, pointing to the floor. “Yes, Mistress,” Boi said, moving alongside the chair. “Laura, present yourself before me for inspection,” Mistress commanded. “Yes, Mistress,” I said, standing directly before her.

I stood close to her legs with my legs wide apart. My hands were clasped behind my head. To avoid eye contact with Mistress, I stared directly at the window behind her. My Master was sitting back on another chair, watching everything closely. “Laura, I want you to straddle my thighs, so I don’t have to reach so far,” Mistress Alicia instructed. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, repositioning myself so my legs were on either side of her thighs.

Mistress subtly fanned her legs, indicating she wanted my legs even wider apart. Spreading my legs wider made me feel vulnerable, my hairless pussy was well and truly in full view and reach of Mistress Alicia. I couldn’t prevent this vulnerability from arousing me. Mistress reached forward and began running her hands over my body. At first, they traced my body through the nightie's fabric. In no time at all, they were beneath the fabric exploring my naked body. Her fingers slid between my legs, tracing every nook and cranny, every fold of flesh, I subconsciously pushed my aroused pussy down onto her hand as an invitation to explore further.  

Suddenly, Mistress inserted two fingers in through the entrance of my vagina. I was wet from arousal, allowing her fingers to slide in effortlessly. I gasped nervously from pleasure the moment they penetrated me. “Oh my, you are wet, aren’t you, dear girl?” Mistress Alicia informed me. “Boi, I want you to come here and feel how aroused Laura’s vagina is,” Mistress instructed.

Without hesitation, Boi moved alongside me. He reached up between my legs and began feeling my vulva. I tried hard not to react as his fat fingers slid through my slit exploring every fold and bump of my hairless vagina. I twitched against his touch but maintained my stare through the window in front. Eventually, Boi slid a finger deep into the entrance of my vagina. His finger was much thicker than the Mistress’s. I instantly closed my eyes, gasped loudly and automatically sunk some of my weight onto his hand; I was so fucking aroused by this stage.

“What did you think of that, Boi? Do you see how fucking aroused she is?” Mistress told Boi, smiling. “Yes, Mistress, I do; she wants more than just fingers, Mistress,” Boi replied. “Silence, Boi! You and Laura are not to speak to each other. I think you both should be gagged. Do you both understand? “ Both Boi and I nod.

After Boi withdrew his finger from my vagina, he ran it deep through the crack of my arse crack, brushing across the sphincter and then upwards over my naked back beneath the nightie. Boi was exploring my body and enjoying every moment. Boi moved behind me and reached around the front of my body with his big arms. I felt his erect cock pressing between my arse cheeks beneath the hem of my nightie. I guessed Boi was as aroused as I was. His cock kept leaking precum; it started making my arse crack slippery. The chastity trainer made Boi’s cock rock hard, probably a lot harder than usual. That small ring which acted like a gland ring was tight, biting into the shaft of his cock.

“Boi, STOP!” The mistress shouted. “I don’t want you cumming just yet.” Boi quickly withdrew his hands before his fingers reached my Clitoris. Mistress wiped with a finger a load of precum dripping from Boi’s cock and pushed that finger between my lips. “Suck my finger, Laura. I don’t want you to waste any of this. I know you want every drop,” Mistress Alicia instructed. I eagerly sucked the salty precum from her finger.

Without realising it, Master had left the room and returned holding two pairs of police handcuffs and black mouth gags. One gag was multipurpose, having both a ball and a dildo. It could be used in two different ways: with the ball in your mouth and the dildo protruding outward, or with the dildo stuffed inside your mouth and only the ball visible between the lips. The second gag was a head harness ball gag with a black ball.

Master pushed the dildo end of the gag into my mouth and buckled the straps tightly behind my head. My front teeth bit into the ball, the dildo completely filling my mouth, making it impossible to speak. He then fitted the head harness ball gag over Boi’s head, buckling all the straps tight. Once the chin strap was tightly buckled, it prevented the ball from coming out, making it impossible for Boi to speak. Boi and I immediately began to drool. “Finally, silence at last,” Mistress said jokingly.

Master informed Mistress Alicia that, "I think we should lock these slaves away so we can talk and catch up." “Oh, what a brilliant idea,” Mistress Alicia replied excitedly. Master grabbed my wrists and secured them in a pair of police handcuffs behind my back. He then fastened Boi’s wrists in handcuffs, but in front of him. “Okay, slaves, follow me down to the basement,” my Master instructed us. We both nodded as if to acknowledge Master’s request.

It was still light when we stepped outside onto the rear deck. Boi and I followed Master, both cuffed and gagged, me almost naked and Boi totally naked, across our rear deck. Master chose to go this way to the basement because this deck is quite elevated on our block, making us completely visible to the surrounding neighbourhood. There was always a chance someone would see us from any of the hundreds of houses up to a kilometre or more away in three different directions. Whenever we took this route, I always felt vulnerable and anxious. I have always worried about what our neighbours in the immediate vicinity would think if they saw our kinky lifestyle. I wondered whether Boi felt the same way. “Oh, this is very interesting,” Mistress said, following behind. I guessed that, at this stage, Mistress had no idea what my Master’s intentions were.

The moment we entered the basement, Master positioned Boi so he was directly beneath a part of our bondage framework. Master removed the police handcuffs and relocked Boi’s wrists in heavy leather cuffs. He made Boi spread his legs wide and then secured his ankles to a spreader bar. Using a pair of adjustable straps, Master secured Boi’s arms to the overhead bondage frame, so they were stretched wide apart. Drool was stringing Boi’s mouth, making its way down his chest. Boi appeared surprised, wondering what Master had in store for him. At this stage, Boi’s cock was semi-flaccid, locked in place by the small ring of the chastity trainer. However, there was still lots of tasty precum dribbling from its urethra. Poor Boi hadn’t been allowed to ejaculate for some time, by the amount of precum he produced, he must be desperate to unload it at the first opportunity.

Mistress rummaged through our bondage toy cupboard; she took out a 32mm diameter butt plug. Master made a final check of the bondage straps; Mistress covered the butt plug with drool leaking through the gag I was wearing and went behind Boi. She pushed the butt plug between Boi’s arsecheeks, wriggled it until the plug slid in through his sphincter. The moment of penetration made Boi moan loudly. The butt plug placed pressure against Boi’s prostate making even more precum dribble from his cock. ‘Your arse is so tight Boi, let’s not forget that overflowing prostate ready to release its contents,” Mistress said amusingly.

Mistress smeared some of the excess precum all over the head and shaft of Boi’s cock making it become erect almost immediately. His cock was glistened from the slippery fluid. Master then positioned me, so my back pressed against the front of Boi. “Spread those legs, Laura,” Master commanded, slapping the inside of my thighs.

Master locked my ankles into another spreader bar, forcibly holding my legs apart. Boi’s hard cock was pressing through the crack of my arse and in reach of my handcuffed fingers. I couldn’t resist caressing his cock. Master replaced the police handcuffs I had been locked in with a pair of heavy leather wrist cuffs, which he tied together with rope behind my back. He passed the rope over the framework above and pulled it on, lifting my cuffed wrists high towards the frame. Once my wrists were raised behind me, I had no choice but to bend over to relieve the pressure on my shoulders.

Master pulled my body away from Boi’s body briefly, allowing his cock to go the opposite direction. Immediately I could feel Boi’s slippery precum-soaked cock pressing down between my sphincter and my pussy. The slippery precum making it slide between my arse cheeks. For a moment, I thought that depending on what Master did, Boi’s cock might accidentally enter either one of my holes. The chastity trainer made sure Boi’s cock remained rock hard. I was incredibly aroused at this point. I had never been tied together with another slave.

Master took another long piece of rope, doubling it, and tied it right around both my waist and Boi’s. When Master pulled the rope tight, it pulled Boi and me together. Master then passed the tails of the rope down through the crack of Boi’s arse and then up between my legs. He then passed each rope tail over my hips, then finished tying us together. In the end, Boi and I were locked together. “Oh, nice work, both slaves joined at the hips. I like it,” Mistress Alicia said, pleased. “This should keep them safe and sound; their minds will be too focused on what Boi’s cock will be doing to worry about anything else,” Master replied.

Drool was dribbling from the corners of my mouth, through the gag and stringing its way to the floor. “Don’t you cum, Boi, not yet? Do I make myself clear?” Mistress Alicia shouted. Master and Mistress Alicia left the basement, locking the door behind them. The moment the door closed; I was only focused on Boi’s cock between my arse cheeks. By now, I was horny as hell. Boi’s cock was hard as steel, pulsating, like it was trying to find a way inside me.

There was so much precum dribbling from his cock, everything felt so slippery wherever it touched. The slightest movement of my hips, Boi’s cock slid either against my sphincter or across my labia. Each time, I heard Boi gasp behind me as if he were in pain. His cock was bent; the small ring of the chastity trainer had made his cock rock hard. He was desperate to bury it inside me. Minutes later, Boi’s hard cock took the path of least resistance and slid effortlessly inside the entrance of my vagina. I moaned from the instant pleasure it gave me. Boi moaned with relief, his cock was now straight and not bent.

Boi had about six inches of shaft sticking out from the small ring of the chastity trainer. Once his cock was buried inside my vagina, he couldn't thrust because of the way Master had tied us together. Boi’s cock felt great inside me, long and extremely hard, and every time it twitched, throbbed or pulsated, I wanted it more and more. I became desperate with every passing second, I wanted this cock pounding me, instead of teasing me. I imagined that Boi was feeling the same.

My pussy felt saturated, probably helped by the precum from Boi’s cock. Anytime Boi and I attempted to thrust, it only made us even more aroused than before. When Master and Mistress Alicia eventually returned to the basement, she walked straight up to us to feel what was happening between our legs. “Yep, I thought as much. Boi’s cock has buried itself deep inside Laura, and lots of juices are leaking out of Laura’s pussy. They must be desperate,” Mistress said laughingly.

Master just laughed. He knew fucking damn well what he had done. Everything he did was calculated; he knew the outcome before he tied off that last knot. Mistress Alicia circled us, and without warning, she randomly smacked us hard with an open hand either against Boi’s arse cheeks or my thighs, or anywhere she thought it would sting making us both flinch. “Don’t either of you cum!” She exclaimed.

Whenever we flinched, it was enough to make Boi’s cock move inside me. I was wet with arousal. Cum was beginning to leak from Boi’s cock, he was desperately trying to stop it. He began to shake, exacerbating the problem even further. The situation and pleasure had me on the edge of orgasm.

Master untied the rope and helped me stand straight. This made Boi’s cock pull out of my vagina, making him gasp loudly with pleasure. Our combined bodily fluids leaked from my pussy wetting my inside thighs. Next, my gag was unbuckled, causing the dildo end to fall from my mouth into his hand, along with the excess drool. “Pass that gag to me, please,” Mistress said. “I want to have a closer look, I love how it can be used in two different ways, “she said.

“Sure, be my guest,” Master replied, handing her the gag. Mistress bent down in front of me, holding the gag by the ball. She pushed the dildo end into my vagina and began to quickly fuck me with it. I moaned from the pleasure. “Laura, don’t you cum!” Mistress exclaimed. I couldn’t answer; I was gasping as she used the gag to fuck me hard and fast.

Moments later, I began trembling, desperately trying to stop an orgasm from happening. “I’m warning you not to cum! I’m going to punish you if you do!” Mistress exclaimed. My eyes were closed; every muscle in my body clenched, trying to stop the orgasm. I trembled and moaned with desperation. It was pointless, Mistress fucked me hard and fast. I orgasmed intensely, screaming, almost in pain, trying to stop it. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUM!” Mistress roared, puling the dildo end of the gag from my vagina.

“I want you to count out loud,” Mistress said as she smacked my clitoris hard with her hand.  “ONE!” I yelled.

The pleasure from the orgasm quickly disappeared, immediately replaced with a stinging pain. I desperately wanted to close my knees together, but the spreader bar held my legs wide open giving her hand an easy target. Another quick and hard smack followed. “TWO!” I yelled again.

Before the sting could subside, another targeted smack hit the same spot. “THREE!” I yelled louder than before, a nervous stutter in my voice.

She swung her arm again. “FOUR!” I screamed, nerves replaced with desperation.

The stinging was constant; her smacks kept hitting the same spot. The pain didn't have time to fade between smacks. My sensitive clitoris now stung like hell. “FIVE!” I screamed again. I followed on, blurting out loudly, “PLEASE MISTRESS, PLEASE MISTRESS, I THANK YOU, MISTRESS”.

I gasped, moving my hips, trying to find some way of soothing the pain. Mistress gently placed her hand on my stinging clitoris. The moment her hand touched, I yelped and flinched, expecting another smack. She soothingly rubbed my vulva and said, “Good Girl, Laura, if you only obeyed me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m so sorry. It won't happen again," I quickly replied, seeking forgiveness. Once she removed her hand, the sharp sting was now a dull ache. My Master said nothing except smile at me, looking impressed by the way I took her punishment.

Master bent down and released my ankles from the spreader bar, then assisted me in moving to the side. He placed a cushion on the floor in front of Boi, pointed at it, saying, "Kneel, Laura.” “Yes, Master,” I replied. With my wrists still cuffed together behind my back, Master assisted me down onto my knees.

I was kneeling, my face directly in front of Boi’s throbbing cock. I had little choice but to stare at his hard cock, throbbing, turning dark red from being trapped tightly by the small ring of the chastity trainer. The harder Boi’s cock became, the more the small ring bit into his cock. This small ring was about 32mm in diameter; I now understood why Mistress said ejaculation would be painful.

“Laura, it’s brilliant how this chastity device makes it excruciating for Boi to orgasm hard. Over the last few weeks, he has learnt to slow down his ejaculations, so it dribbles out and not spurts,” Mistress explained. “Yes, Mistress, I see that now,” I said, looking sympathetically at his poor cock.

“Laura, your master and I decided earlier, it’s your job to milk Boi’s cock seeing you love the taste of his precum so much,” Mistress informed me. “Yes, Mistress, thank you,” I replied obediently. Master unbuttoned my nightie's two delicate shoulder straps and lifted it off over my head. He threaded a length of rope through my collars metal loop and pushed my face towards Boi’s cock making me take the full six inches into my mouth.

Master then tied the rope around Boi and back around my neck, preventing me from pulling my head away. This meant I had no choice but to take Boi’s cum into my mouth. Both Boi’s scrotum and circumcised cock were shaved and protruded through the small ring and into my mouth. Drops of cum were already sticking to the back of my tongue. This chastity trainer made vaginal sex almost impossible and uncomfortable, but masturbation and blowjobs were possible.

I began gently sucking Boi’s cock; Master loosened the rope, so I only had about three inches of head movement possible. With a limited amount of movement, I gently sucked and slid my lips back and forth on the shaft of his cock. The chastity trainer made Boi’s cock rock hard. In no time at all, I began tasting Boi’s cum.

He was restrained in the standing spreadeagle position, helpless, ankles kept wide apart by a spreader, and his arms outstretched to the bondage frame above. Seeing Boi so helpless and vulnerable aroused me. Playing with a man’s cock always arouses me, but even more so when I know he is restrained and totally helpless. Even though my arms were cuffed behind my back and my head was tethered to Boi’s body, it gave me the sensation of having complete control over someone else, which made a refreshing change.

The more I sucked Boi’s cock, the more he shook and quivered. I began tasting and swallowing more and more cum as if it was being slowly released. Boi began moaning louder through the gag; the small ring of the chastity trainer made it more and more uncomfortable. I was turned on by what the chastity trainer did to him. So aroused, I wanted to touch my pussy or have someone fuck me from behind. I spread my knees wide apart and wriggled my arse, as if to signal I wanted more.

“Mistress Alicia, look how this affects Laura,” said Master, sounding satisfied. “I think she’s enjoying this.” Boi began unloading mouthfuls of ejaculate. His body shook and quivered helplessly against the restraints. Each time I swallowed a mouthful of cum; it was soon replaced with another.

He was trying hard to ejaculate as slowly as possible, as one big orgasm would’ve been extremely painful, I am sure. But he was still experiencing some discomfort, I could tell; his cock was as hard as a rock inside my mouth. I continued sucking and sliding my lips all over his cock. The more Boi ejaculated, the more insatiable I became. I started off milking him slowly, but the animal inside me wanted more.

A wet patch formed on the cushion beneath my pussy from my arousal. My Master went behind me and pushed a couple of fingers into my saturated vagina. I stopped sucking, my focus shifted briefly from Boi’s cock to Master’s fingers. He started fingering until he knew I was close to orgasm.  The moment he stopped, I was on the edge, making even more desperate to be fucked.

When Boi finally stopped ejaculating, I’d several mouthfuls of cum, each sticking to the back of my throat. I wondered how much I’d swallowed and how much this man could produce. “Looks like you won’t need dinner tonight, Laura, you’ve been well fed already,” Mistress said, wiping her fingers around my lips.

My Master untied the rope joining my face to Boi’s cock and helped me up on my feet, whilst Mistress unbuckled Boi’s ankles and wrists from the spreader bar and overhead frame. Mistress Alicia guided Boi to the side of the room and said, “Sit down and rest, I think you’re going to need it.”

Boi was pleased for a break. I had milked his cock and balls of cum; his chastity trainer made the experience a little painful. I watched Master swap the restraints over and make some adjustments to the straps. “Okay, Laura, come here. It’s your turn now,” my Master instructed. “Yes, Master,” I replied.

I stood beneath the bondage frame in the same spot where Boi had been. Master grabbed my shoulders and repositioned me. I was naked, apart from my leather collar and black leather wrist cuffs. Using the same adjustable straps that he had used on Boi, Master attached each one to my respective wrist cuffs. He knelt on the floor in front of me and locked my ankles into a black spreader bar. The bar's length was adjusted so that my legs were spread wide apart, causing discomfort.

Master then pulled on each adjustable strap tail attached to my wrist cuffs, thereby raising my arms higher and wider apart with each pull. Each pull locked my arms into a new position, stretching them tightly towards the attachment points. Now that I was restrained in the spread-eagled position, I felt totally helpless and incredibly vulnerable. I noticed Boi was watching me, his cock hard once again in the chastity trainer.

I was now at the mercy of everyone in the room, powerless to stop them from doing anything they wanted. Even though I’d been restrained like this many times before, I felt just as helpless and vulnerable as I did the very first time. Master removed a ball gag head harness from our toy cupboard, the same type that Boi was still wearing.  This harness had black leather straps and a bright red ball gag. He pushed the red ball to my lips, forcing me to accept it.

Once the head harness and chin strap were buckled up tightly, the ball was held firmly in my mouth. I couldn’t speak or push the ball out of my mouth with my tongue. It was hard to swallow any excess drool, which began accumulating immediately. Soon, the drool started stringing down between my breasts. Mistress Alicia sat back, smiling, as she admired what Master was doing to me. She was enjoying every moment of this session.

Master doubled over another long piece of rope and pushed the bite of the rope through the loop in my collar, and then the rope tails through the bite. He pulled the rope tight and guided the two rope tails down between my breasts, between my legs and back up between my arse cheeks. As he passed the rope tails over my pussy, he spread my labia apart to pass the rope between them. He made the tails pinch and trap either side of my clitoris. This type of tie and crotch ropes was his favourite thing to do when dominating a female slave.

He kept tension on the rope firm as he guided the rope up between my arse cheeks, up over the bondage frame above and back down to my head harness. He tied the rope tails off to the metal loop on the top of my head harness. I gasped through the gag when he pulled the rope tight. My clitoris was trapped between the rope tails, and the slightest movement of my body or my head pinched my clitoris harder.

I was so fucking aroused, focused on the path the ropes took and the changes in pressure on my clitoris anytime I moved my head. The slightest movement of my head in any direction pulled the crotch rope tighter, squeezing my clitoris harder. My Master had created the perfect crotch rope.

A pair of labia clamps with several small weights taken from our bondage accessory box were clamped onto each Labia. The moment they bit into my Labia, I moaned loudly through the gag. Small weights were added onto each clamp until my Labia was stretched downwards. It was painful; the slightest movement of my body made the weights swing back and forth, increasing the sensation. My clitoris throbbed whilst being pinched between the two rope tails.

Another two weighted clamps from the accessory box were clamped onto each of my erect nipples, making me give a muffled yell through the gag. The pain created by all four clamps stopped me from thinking about anything else. It quickly became extremely uncomfortable; every sensitive part of my body was in pain. I was trapped; there was no way to escape it. I couldn’t use a safe word even if I wanted to.

Master knew my limits; he pushed them every time we had a bondage session. We always agreed to the use of a safe word, but I made it my own personal crusade to try and push onwards to a new limit. Everything that we did in this lifestyle was consensual and something I was more than happy to do.

I took quick breaths, trying to mentally and physically relax enough to push through the discomfort. The restraints were so tight that the smallest of body movements, such as deep breathing, influenced the effects of the rope on my clitoris or the weights upon my Labia clamps.

“I can’t believe how aroused I feel from seeing this beautiful woman helpless and suffering,” Mistress Alicia told my Master. Mistress Alicia got off her chair and came to me, so she could run her long, cat-like fingernails all over my body. Her nails were sharp; each one felt like talons against my flesh, and they made my skin tingle. Her sharp talons found their way down to my stretched labia, making me flinch the moment she made contact.  

“Look at that cute little bud, trapped between that nasty rope,” Mistress said, referring to my clitoris. She dragged a fingernail over the top of my trapped clitoris several times. I closed my eyes; my body began to shake and quiver. Moments later, I gasped loudly as an intense orgasm flooded through my entire body. She kept stroking my clitoris with her talon as one orgasm wasn’t enough for Mistress to stop.

The pain from the clamps increased sharply as my body shook and shuddered. Less than a minute later, another orgasm, much more intense, flooded through my entire body. The crotch rope pulled tighter, pinching the clitoris harder. I gave a muffled scream when one of the nipple clamps slipped free, falling to the ground. It hurt like hell, as the blood flowed back in, my nipple felt like it had been torn from my body.  Mistress removed the second nipple clamp; once again, I screamed in pain through the gag at the sharp pain.

The pain took time to subside; it felt like they were still attached, even though they weren’t.  “She’s a tough little cookie,” Mistress said, smiling. “I wouldn’t say she’s tough, just extremely determined,” Master replied to Mistress.

Mistress knelt on the floor, in front of me, her face close to my pussy. She flicked the two weighted clamps stretching my Labia, making them swing back and forth. Anytime the weights swung back and forth, the clamps bit even harder into the flesh. Even though the pain was excruciating, I was determined not to use my safe word.

Master removed the clamps from my Labia once Mistress stopped having her fun. The moment they were removed, the sharp pain was intense and took quite a while to subside. I panted rapidly through the gag; drool was running down the front of my body. I’d become an aroused wreck, horny and sore at the same time. I desperately wanted my painful bits rubbed by someone to soothe the residual pain.  

Master retied the crotch rope, so each rope tail passed up the outer sides of my Vulva. When the ropes were pulled up tight and tied off, the entire vulva became one tight bulge, making the area supersensitive. When rubbed, it produced an indescribable amount of pleasure.  

Mistress picked out a paddle from our bondage cupboard and whacked her hand with it several times, testing it. She moved behind me and placed the cold wooden paddle against my arse cheek as If marking the target. The moment she took the paddle away, I closed my eyes, cringing, knowing what was about to follow.

She swung the paddle fast, hitting her target on my left arse cheek, making a loud slapping sound. I gasped. I desperately wanted to count out loud, which was the correct thing to do, but the gag prevented me. Fifteen seconds later, she swung the paddle again, striking the same target. The pain was intense; the second hit came before the stinging from the first had faded. After another fifteen-second pause, she swung the paddle hard and fast a third time, making contact in the same spot as before.

I took deep breaths, eyes closed, trying to will the pain away. It wasn’t long before she had completed five strikes on my left arse cheek. The restraints and crotch ropes prevented any body movement. It seemed to make the pain more intense, not being able to move. The pain in my left arse cheek from the paddle remained and did not dissipate.

Mistress Alicia changed her position so she could flog my right arse cheek. By the fifth strike, both my arse cheeks were stinging, they both felt hot from the additional blood flow into the area. I badly wanted my arse cheeks rubbed to soothe the pain.

Master untied the crotch rope. As soon as my body was free from the ropes, I began to quiver uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop it; I didn’t understand why this was happening. My nipples and labia were still sore from the clamps, my clitoris was tingling and both my arse cheeks stung, feeling like they were on fire. I could still feel the path the crotch ropes through my vulva and arse crack.  

Master removed Boi’s head harness gag and released his two wrists from the cuffs. Boi was so aroused from watching my predicament he started holding his cock. “Boi! Stop touching your cock and come here!” exclaimed Mistress. She went on to say, “Put your face between Laura’s legs and soothe her aching pussy.” “Yes, Mistress,” Boi said excitedly.

Boi positioned himself under me with his head up between my spread legs, so his mouth was almost touching my pussy. Even though I still felt residual pain, this session had aroused me beyond belief. I was desperate to be touched, and I had an itch that needed scratching.

Boi’s tongue pushed into the entrance of my vagina. His upper lip and nose pressed firmly against my clitoris. I closed my eyes, focused on Boi’s tongue swirling at the entrance of my vagina. It was a wrestle between pleasure and residual pain. The combination filled my body, making the intensity almost overwhelming. I began to shake, and my legs trembled when the orgasm arrived quickly, so intense that I couldn’t stop the flood of juices spraying over Bois’s face as I squirted. I moaned loudly, the pleasure making every muscle in my body contract.

Boi continued tonguing my vagina. A few minutes later, another orgasm, almost equally intense, flooded through my entire body. The bondage restraints made me feel helpless and heightened the pleasure even further. “STOP,” the Mistress shouted. Boi backed away; my body kept trembling for several minutes from orgasmic aftershocks, which the first two orgasms created. I opened my eyes; my head was spinning from the effects of the pleasure. I breathed fast and heavily through the gag.

Just then, Master walked back into the room. I was so focused on the pleasure that I didn’t even realise he had briefly stepped out of the basement. Master removed the gag and kissed me long and passionately on the lips. It was his way of bringing me back out of subspace. I felt so exhausted and helpless.

Master reached down and inserted two fingers inside my vagina. I moaned with pleasure as they slid effortlessly inside me. Oh my god, I thought, how much more am I going to get? “Mistress, you should feel how wet Laura’s pussy is. This session has been very arousing for her,” Master informed Mistress Alicia.

My Master began fingering my vagina quickly, the pleasure was intense, I wanted to sink my weight onto his hand, but the bondage restraints prevented me. I began thrusting my hips backwards and forwards slightly, attempting to fuck his hand. “Look at her. Look how insatiable she becomes whenever she is touched,” Mistress Alicia mentioned. “Yes, Alicia, the more she gets, the more she wants,” smiled Master.

He fingered my vagina to another orgasm. He knows I will always want more. It begins with multiple orgasms and then eventually leads to mini ones lasting up to hours later. He plunged his two fingers into my vagina as deep as he could and held them still whilst I orgasmed again. My pelvic muscles clamped his fingers tightly as he kept them motionless inside me for several minutes. He locked his thumb over my pubis bone, preventing me from thrusting my hips. The mini orgasms kept coming one after another whilst Master held me tight.

My Master released me from the bondage restraints slowly. Firstly, unclipping my ankles from the spreader bar, I assisted in moving my legs closer together as they were both stiff from being kept so wide for so long. He unclipped both wrist cuffs from the adjustable straps and assisted me in bringing them back down to my sides. Finally, he removed the head harness ball gag, allowing me to swallow the accumulated drool. “Thank you, Master,” I said softly. Master moved his head close to mine and kissed me passionately on the lips. He hugged me tightly as we kissed.

“Boi, come here,” my Master instructed. “Yes, Sir,” Boi replied, getting up off his seat. Master clipped a dog’s leash onto Boi’s collar and handed me the nightie I had been wearing earlier, saying, “Put this back on, Laura.” “I’ve prepared the spare bed for you two. Bondage restraints are attached to the bed. Mistress Alicia and I want you to take Boi upstairs and place him into bondage, however you like. He will then be yours to do as you please. It’s your turn to release some sexual frustration.”  “We will come and check on you from time to time just to make sure you aren’t getting out of control,” Master said.

Mistress reached out to me, holding a couple of tiny keys on a ring. “Oh, Laura, here’s the key to Boi’s chastity trainer. Make sure you keep him bound, and never let him touch himself,” Mistress commanded me. “Is that clear?” She reiterated. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, putting the white nightie back on. “Off you both go, have fun”, Master said, smiling and gesturing us out the door.

Boi’s wrists had been locked together again behind his back in a pair of police handcuffs. The two little keys on the key ring I was holding were for the chastity trainer and the handcuffs. I grabbed the leash and led Boi through the basement doorway into the backyard. As we climbed the two flights of stairs towards the house, I began to feel vulnerable. My nightie was short and almost see-through, but Boi was totally naked.

I couldn’t help but notice how Boi’s cock was hard once again and being clamped tightly by the small ring of the chastity trainer. “Does that hurt?” I asked pointing to his hard cock. The gag prevented him from answering; he just shook his head from side to side.

Besides the vulnerability, for the first time, I felt some power; I had total control of Boi, and he was soon going to be at my sexual mercy. This power aroused me, most probably the same way it aroused my master and mistress Alicia. It was a feeling I’d rarely experienced throughout my life as a submissive. I never get the chance to dominate and control a man, let alone another slave. “I hope you’re ready for this, Boi,” I said excitedly. He didn’t need to say a word because his face said it all.  

The only chance I ever get to dominate a guy is when I’m taken to another Domme’s house, and there’s a guy already bound up to a cross or tied to a bed. Master will then instruct me on what to do. It’s not the same as doing it all on your own. I led Boi by the leash into the house and down the passageway. I felt powerful, and I felt aroused. I knew that I was soon going to be fucking and sucking him senselessly. Boi didn’t know it yet, but by the time I’m finished, he won’t be able to walk.

As soon as we entered the spare bedroom, the large leather bondage cuffs and straps attached to the four wooden bedposts gave the room a medieval feeling. My mind raced with possibilities for restraining Boi. I wanted the most from him that I could get—the most bang for my buck. This was an opportunity I rarely had. Seeing the bondage restraints attached to the bed aroused me more than I already was. Subconsciously, I’d already planned what was going to happen. Boi’s cock was rock hard, jammed inside that small ring of the chastity trainer. Eventually, it was going to be used in every hole in my body.

I removed the handcuffs from Boi’s wrists and sternly said, “Lie down on the bed, Boi, face up!” Boi, who was gagged, looked at me and nodded. As soon as Boi lay face up on the bed, I began to lock his wrists separately into the heavy cuffs.  I unclipped them from the top corners of the bed and used a piece of rope to tie the wrist cuffs together above his head. I then secured the rope to the centre of the bed's headboard. I wanted him this way so his arms would be out of the way, allowing me to easily straddle his face.

Boi didn’t know my plans yet. I had decided he would be pleasuring me for as long as I could take it. I’m going to make sure I got every drop of cum from his body in any way I can. He’ll be begging for me to stop; it will be a session he won't forget.

I locked heavy leather cuffs around each ankle and attached them to the straps connected to the timber posts at the bottom corners of the bed. As I tightened each strap, it stretched his legs wide apart. I made sure that Boi’s body was stretched as tightly as possible between the bedhead and the bottom corners of the bed. I attached a long, seventy-five-millimetre-wide cargo strap to each side of the bed, so it went across the top of Boi’s pelvis. When I ratcheted this strap up tight, it prevented Boi from lifting his hips.

Boi watched me restrain him. As soon as I finished, I removed the gag he had been wearing. I put my finger to my lips and went, “Ssssssh.” Boi didn’t utter a word. He knew if there was a camera hidden in the room, he would be severely punished if Mistress heard him speak to me.

Boi was helpless, now at my mercy, the mercy of my insatiable sexual desires and my newly discovered dominant power. The small ring of the chastity trainer was making Boi’s cock was rock hard, so hard, that it changed colour, now a dark red. I ran my fingers slowly up his thigh and over his scrotum to his cock. My index finger traced up and over the head of Boi’s cock, making him gasp as my fingers caressed his most sensitive bits. I noticed a drop of precum forming, I couldn’t help myself; I leant forward over and gently sucked the head of his cock. The salty flavours caressed my tongue, his cock throbbed inside my mouth. I withdrew, knowing I would soon get another chance.

I was horny as hell. I climbed on top of Boi, my thighs straddling his chest. I moved closer so my bald pussy was close to his face. I started fingering myself using two fingers, whilst squeezing my nipples with my spare hand.  Boi watched me pleasuring myself. I could tell he enjoyed it, when I looked back behind me, Boi’s was just as I thought, hard as steel.

My vagina was saturated, vaginal juices lubricated my bald vulva, my fingers squelched as I fingered myself. In no time at all, I'm on the edge of orgasm. I kept adjusting the speed and rhythm to prevent my orgasm. I was purposely teasing Boi. He tried lifting his head to lick me. I quickly pushed his forehead back down. “Not yet, big boy,” I said.

Moments later, unable to hang on any longer, I orgasmed, my entire body trembled from the pleasure. I reached behind me and grabbed Boi’s cock, it was hard and covered in precum. I gently wanked it several times, making Boi moan loudly. Watching me fingering myself must have really aroused him. Master popped his head through the doorway and said, “Laura, is everything all right here?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, sounding breathless from the self-inflicted pleasure.

I pushed my wet fingers between Boi’s lips letting him taste my milky vaginal juices. I moved my body forward and spread my knees apart wider, so that my pussy was over the top of Boi’s lips. Without instruction or hesitation, he pushed his tongue up into the entrance of my vagina. I gasped loudly as his tongue slid inside and began swirling around. With my eyes closed, I held on to the bedhead and focused on Boi’s tongue.

The pleasure intensified quickly, bringing me close to the edge. I subconsciously lowered my weight onto his mouth, as if attempting to get his tongue deeper. I orgasmed hard, forcing my body to writhe back and forth over Boi’s mouth, covering his mouth with vaginal fluids. When that orgasm passed, I lifted myself slightly so Boi could slide his tongue between my labia, around the clitoris and back into the entrance. Boi’s tongue danced over my vulva.

He became more and more determined to pleasure me with every passing orgasm; I was in heaven, I felt powerful, and I was in control. In no time at all, I was having multiple orgasms, and mini ones in between. I was insatiable, and Boi had become my unstoppable sex machine.

I moved off his face and turned around so I was lying on top of him lengthways. My legs were apart giving his tongue access to my vagina, and so that my mouth was close to his cock. Boi continued licking me whilst I held his cock. I started licking his cock, first the shaft then my tongue swirling over the head. Every time I licked up his hard shaft and around the head of his cock, Boi stopped licking me. He obviously liked it, making him shift his focus to my tongue instead.

I took the entire length of his cock into my mouth and gently sucked it. It tasted of cum, the more I tasted, the more I wanted. I was so incredibly aroused that I began pushing my pussy back into his mouth a little harder.

Boi sucked my clitoris hard, holding it in his mouth for ten seconds or more. This made me gasp from pleasure even with his cock buried deep in my mouth. When he released my clitoris, I continued sucking. He repeated this several times, each time making my clitoris more and more sensitive. Moments later, moaning loudly, Boi’s body began to shake uncontrollably as he ejaculated into my mouth. Amazingly, he still had more cum to give considering I thought I had emptied him earlier.

He controlled his ejaculation so that it was slow and continuous. I quickly swallowed every drop, as if it were some precious reward or prize. As I gulped down the last of Boi’s cum, Mistress Alicia popped into the doorway, laughing aloud. “Haha sounds like that was Boi cumming, I could recognise those moans from the back of the house. That chastity trainer really bites hard into his cock,” she said smiling. I couldn’t reply as I was busy swallowing, trying to get the last of Boi’s cum down my throat.

Boi was panting hard. The chastity trainer keeping his cock hard and making it look dark red, turning almost purple. Feeling sorry for Boi, I quickly used the keys that Mistress had handed me when we left the basement and unlocked the chastity trainer. As soon as the brass lock was unlocked and removed, I slowly wiggled the small ring up off his cock. Boi moaned as I did; it was a tight fit, and I guess it must’ve been uncomfortable for him. I whispered, “I’m so sorry, Boi. I don’t mean to hurt you. " He immediately nodded in acknowledgement.

Next, I opened the large, hinged base ring and removed it from around his cock and scrotum. Immediate relief came over Boi’s face. It was the first time in quite a while that his cock and balls were free. I eagerly grabbed his cock tightly around the base with one hand and licked only its glistening head.  His cock grew hard almost immediately. I reached between my pussy and fingered myself as I licked his cock. When my fingers were saturated with vaginal juices, I pushed them between Boi’s lips so he could suck and clean them like it was a special reward.

I repeated this cycle several more times. It felt as though I was rewarding him, almost as if I had the power to do this and could stop whenever I wanted. I had never done this before, and I found it incredibly arousing.

I climbed on top of Boi, straddling his pelvis so that his hard cock pressed against my vulva. The moment I leaned forward slightly his cock slid directly in through the entrance of my vagina. I gasped as I felt its veined, engorged length slide deep inside me. I was still so wet from arousal that it slipped inside me easily. I wriggled, pressing my body down slightly firmer, attempting to get every single millimetre of it impaling me. My hands pressed down onto Boi’s chest so that I could begin riding his helpless body.

I started fucking Boi, slowly at first, then gradually getting faster as the pleasure grew inside me. Shortly afterwards, I was riding his cock hard and fast, pounding my body down onto his, making that cock slam it’s way inside me. I was so fucking horny, and I had total control.

Boi began making whimpering noises as I fucked him. His cock sore I presumed from the chastity trainer. “You’re fucking mine now!” I roared. “I’m going to milk every drop of cum and life from your body!” I blurted out. His groans and whimpers were getting louder and louder until he suddenly came inside me, my vagina muscles clamping his cock even harder. This time he had nothing to ejaculate from being milked earlier.  

I continued fucking him, his cock started going soft. “Not with me, you don’t,” I warned him. I quickly repositioned myself on top of Boi, so my soaking wet vagina was back on his mouth. “Here you go Boi, you can taste some of your cum now for a change,” I said amusingly. I leant forward and sucked his cock again with it covered in a combination of sexual fluids, whilst Boi’s tongue swirled at the entrance to my vagina.   

The moment I made his cock hard again; I turned the opposite way around and started fucking him again until he ejaculated dry again. This time he took much longer, but the moment his cock became flaccid again, I repositioned myself once again and started sucking him hard again. I felt a sense of power, having never experienced this level of control before, and I was so turned on by it that I became insatiable.

The next time Boi orgasmed, he roared loudly, triggering an orgasm in me at the same time. This orgasm was intense, but less about the pleasure and more from the power and control I felt over Boi.

My entire vulva felt incredibly sensitive; my body tingled all over, my head spun, and I felt drunk from a combination of power and pleasure. Finally, I laid flat and motionless on top of Boi, panting, his cock still partially inside my vagina. I was feeling euphoric from what I had just experienced. As he took deep breaths beneath me, it felt like the pair of us had melted together into one.

Eventually, I slowly climbed back off Boi and quietly said, “That was fantastic, it’s a shame all good things come to an end.”

I gently locked Boi’s poor sore cock and balls back into the stainless-steel chastity trainer. His cock was looking very red and from the sexual abuse I had given it. I released Boi from the restraints and helped him slowly get off the bed. He struggled to walk normally; I had reduced him physically to a sexual wreck.

After this session with Boi, it took me a while to return to reality. I became insatiable during it, invoking my inner animal. It was my experience of being dominant.

A little later, when Mistress Alicia and Boi were about to leave, Mistress turned to me and said, “Thank you, Laura. Your Master and I have decided that you should come and stay with us for a weekend. I believe you want to have children, but circumstances have prevented it. I have some pedigree slaves available, fertile and full of cum, perfect for your needs. You could be their breeding bitch for the weekend.”

“How would you like that?” Mistress asked. I looked at my Master and replied excitedly, “Thank you, Mistress, I would love that. Anything to please you and my Master.”

“Good girl, Laura. I'll start making the arrangements,” she said, walking out the door.

By

Laura Clavette