Mistress
called me into the room where she and her two guests were sitting.
All I was wearing was the tiny white apron and a pair of pink
crotchless panties that Mistress allowed. I hesitated just before
passing through the doorway to the living room. I had never been
dressed this way in front of anyone other than Mistress before and I
was terrified. However, I knew the consequences of failing to appear
when Mistress called would be more painful than anything else I could
think of.
I
gathered my courage and stepped through the doorway into the living
room. I could feel the eyes of the two women follow my every step as
neared the couch where they sat. Mistress was sitting in a chair
opposite the couch which meant that I would at least have my back to
her guests. The humiliation I felt at having to stand in front of
them, dressed as I was, was truly immense. I am certain my face had
turned a bright shade of red.
“What
can I do for you, Mistress,” I asked after performing a half
curtsy.
“You
can turn around and greet my guests properly,” she replied in a
matter-of-fact tone of voice.
“Yes,
Ma'am,” I replied, then slowly turned to face her two guests.
“Welcome to our humble home, Ladies,” I said politely as I had
been taught to do. “Is there anything I can get for you? Coffee,
tea, or perhaps lemonade?”
“No,
thank you,” they both replied.
“Tell
me, Jenn,” the blonde woman sitting to my left asked, “is he in
chastity?”
“Lift
your apron, slave,” Jenn commanded.
I
did as I was told and lifted the hem of my apron to reveal my cock
and balls. They were, indeed, encased in a chastity device. Of
course, my cock was visibly pressing against its confines and my
balls were in clear view, hanging beneath the cage.
The
other woman, who had red hair, asked, “Jenn, can you demonstrate
how you milk him with his chastity device still in place?”
“Oh
yes,” said the blonde. “I would love to see that, too.”
“Of
course,” Jenn said as she rose from her seat. “On your knees,
slave,” she ordered.
“Yes,
Mistress,” I replied as I knelt down on all fours on the coffee
table. It was customary that I be milked on the coffee table so that
Mistress does not have to get down on the floor to do it. The coffee
table put my exposed bottom in just the right position for her to do
whatever she wanted to it, including milking my prostate.
By
this time my cock was straining at the confines of its cage. It was
painful, but not so much that I could not stand it. I know it was
because of a combination of things... Two strange women, whose names
I didn't even know, watching, and I always get turned on when
Mistress decides to milk me. The worst part is that Mistress excused
herself and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. I know she only
went to get a rubber glove and some lubrication, but there I was,
alone with two strange women, forced to stay on all fours on top of
the coffee table, right in in front of them.
Needless
to say, it seemed like Mistress was gone for an hour, though I am
sure it was only a few minutes at most. One of the women, placed her
hand on my bottom and leaned over to get a better look at my ass. The
other one lifted up my apron and tucked it into the waist-belt so
that she could see my cock and balls hanging down. Talk about
humiliation! Boy was that ever embarrassing!
Finally,
Mistress returned. She entered the room pulling on the rubber glove
and holding the bottle of lube she had brought. She placed her gloved
hand on my ass and explained that whenever she put anything into my
ass, it needed to be well lubricated. With that, she poured some of
the lube over the fingers of her gloved hand and quickly began
fingering my tight little hole.
I
could feel the textured portion of the fingertips of the glove as she
spread the lubricant around the outside of the hole and then when she
pushed one finger inside to make sure that was lubricated as well.
One
of the ladies (the red-head) remarked that she had never tried this
on her husband because she didn't really know what to do, so Mistress
removed the glove and offered it to her. She took the glove and
slipped her hand into it gently. “Now what?” she asked as she
stepped behind me.
“Just
work your middle finger into his ass and push it in until you can
feel his prostate,” Mistress explained. “It's about the size of a
walnut.”
The
woman pushed her finger into my tight little hole and worked it in
until she exclaimed, “I think I found it! What do I do now?”
“Just
run your finger around it vigorously,” Mistress Explained, “and
watch for the results.”
I
could feel the woman's fingertip moving around my prostate and it
didn't take more than a minute before she had my cum dripping rapidly
from the end of my swollen cock. I was so glad that Mistress had not
put the little spikes in my cock-cage. IF she had, I would have been
in excruciating pain by this time.
Mistress
held her hand under my cock and caught all the cum that seeped from
my swollen, trapped member. When the last of it had dripped onto her
palm, Mistress moved to offer it to me to drink. I always had to
drink my own cum. It was expected, and I didn't dare embarrass
Mistress by refusing to drink it. I do hate the taste, though, and
much rather not drink it. But Since I have to do whatever Mistress
tells me or suffer the consequences, I drank it all up.
The
women both laughed and made a few jokes at my expense, but I endured.
I always endure when it comes to Mistress' wishes.
nemo.slave7