When she left she had said, “With me away so long, you’ll need cleaning and I don’t trust you to do it yourself, so I’ve arranged things with Vixen. You just have to go and see her at one o’clock on Saturday, she’ll know what I want.” He knew what she meant. He couldn’t keep himself properly clean with his cock cage locked and it had to come off once a week so he could be washed. His Mistress only took the cage off when his hands were tied – it was more than a year now since he had touched himself. To wash him she handcuffed him to the shower head and took off the cage. Usually she would play with his cock until he was on the edge of orgasm and stop just before he came before locking him away again but occasionally she wanked him to the end, so he usually looked forward to it. Mistress Vixen was a lot sterner than his own Mistress, so knowing she would have him at her mercy without his Mistress there left a tight knot in his stomach
He rang Mistress Vixen’s bell exactly at one – she demanded absolute punctuality. Even so she made him wait outside. He was fearful that people passing by would know whose door it was but he knew better than to ring again. At last the door opened and her assistant let him in. Closing the door behind him, she walked back up the narrow hall and up the stairs. He followed her wordlessly. “So,” the assistant said. “A dirty little boy, are we?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Good,” she said. “But you’d better not call me Mistress. You’ll be a lot cleaner by the time we have finished with you. Get undressed and kneel here.” She pointed to the floor in the hall and stepped back to watch.
She was young and seemed to be wearing normal street clothes – a black skirt and white shirt. He was embarrassed by her level gaze and conscious of how he appeared, not really overweight but beginning to thicken around the middle. As well as keeping him locked in a cock cage, his Mistress kept his body completely hairless. Even worse, before she left she had written, 'This worm belongs to Mistress K' across his stomach in permanent marker, knowing he was going to have to undress in front of strangers.
He knew the drill and undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. When he was completely naked and kneeling, the girl took his clothes away then came and crouched down in front of him. She started to fondle his cock and balls through the cage and he rapidly grew hard, his cock straining against the metal. “She really has got you sorted so you won’t get into trouble while she’s away, hasn’t she?” He said nothing. “Mmm,” she said, playing with him with both hands, “I bet you are keen to get this off. Does she let you come often?” After a little silence she dug her nails into his glans, making him jerk more upright. “Answer me. When did you last come?”
“Four months ago.”
“Oh, that is nasty and I bet she likes to bring you to the edge and stop just there, doesn’t she?” He nodded. “Well, she has left us with some instructions but mostly just told us to have some fun, so you might get lucky. We’ll have to wait and see, won’t we.”
As she spoke Vixen came out and stood looking down at him with her arms crossed. “So, is our dirty little worm ready then, Mary?”
“Nearly, Mistress,” she said, quickly handcuffing his hands behind his back and putting on a collar.
“Good.”
Mary clipped a leash to his collar and pulled him up to his feet. Walking quickly she led him to the centre of a large room. He just had time to get an impression of some ominous looking furniture and a lot of equipment hanging around the walls when a hood was pulled over his head. It was tight enough under his chin that he couldn’t open his mouth to speak. He thought he heard someone undressing and then he could feel naked flesh against him. Mary, he supposed. She was rubbing her breasts against his back and reaching around to fondle his balls with both hands. He was rock hard in the cage and his cock was beginning to ache.
“So, Worm,” said Vixen from in front of him. “Your Mistress wants your cock nice and clean and she also wants some marks on you for when she comes home so she can think about the fun you’ve been having without her. And she wants us to have some fun too. She doesn’t mind if we’re a bit careless and hurt you so we certainly aren’t going to ask for your opinion on what might be fun. Which is good because I’ve been promising Mary a treat and it’s nice to have someone we don’t have to worry about too much. Most of our clients don’t really want to be hurt but with your Mistress paying the bill not you, I think we can go as far as we like, don’t you?”
He felt himself being pushed forward until he touched something unyielding. With a terrible sinking feeling he realized it was a whipping bench. Soon the women had pulled him down over it. His legs were spread out wide and locked in place and his hands drawn out in front of him. Almost immediately they started to beat him, one from each side seemingly vying for who could hit hardest and he knew he was in trouble. There was no warming up. The first stroke made his whole body jerk and he tried to scream into the hood. As they continued relentlessly each stroke made him buck convulsively against his bonds. If he could he would have been begging for mercy straight away but the hood stopped him. The pain was immediately beyond any pleasure and he forgot all about his cock. After only a few minutes he was crying and almost choking in the hood but they kept on laying into him.
At last they stopped. His whole arse and the backs of his thighs burnt. He was struggling to breathe and they took the hood off and let him sob for a while. Mary, who now was naked except for a pair of high heeled ankle boots, was red in the face and sweating, but still swinging the wicked looking leather strap she had been beating him with. Mistress Vixen was sitting in an armchair with a similar strap across her knees but still looked cool. When Mary saw him looking at her she came over and stood between his spread legs. He tried to tense himself for the beating to continue but she started stroking his back and reached under him to stroke his balls. Despite the still throbbing pain he was soon rock hard again and straining against the cage. “There,” she said. “Was that so bad? Would you like us to get this out so we can play with it? I bet you would. Well that will be soon. We just need to mark you for your Mistress now that your arse is nice and warm. But we better gag you again because it is going to hurt and we don’t want your screaming upsetting anyone. Mistress Vixen is going to show me how hard she can hit someone.”
Mary put down the strap and pulled the hood back over his head, buckling it tight. They tightened the straps holding his arms and he felt another strap go over his waist, holding him so that he couldn’t move at all. His stomach clenched as he heard the whistle of a crop or a cane being tried behind him. He felt Mary move around him and press her stomach against him and start to stoke his back and stomach. He knew it was going to be bad.
The first stroke hit him tremendously hard and his arse exploded in agony. He had never felt anything like it, his own Mistress had never hit him so hard. He struggled as hard as he could and tried to scream but he was held tightly and the hood stifled everything. Mary kept stroking him and he could feel her breasts against him but all he could think about was the terrible pain and the fear of the next stroke. Mistress Vixen made him wait and when it came it was worse than the fist, just as hard and across the top of his thighs. After the third stroke he knew that he could not stand the pain but he was tied and gagged so he could do nothing about it. By the time he had received 12 strokes he was completely lost in a world of pain and fear and could hardly feel the girl against him.
At 12 she stopped. Mistress Vixen came and took off his hood. She had stripped down to a tightly laced leather corset, boots and a pair of latex panties. She was holding a long, leather riding crop and had obviously worked hard beating him. Her hair had started to come down and she was sweating slightly. She walked behind him to look at her work and traced some of the welts with a long black fingernail. He was still crying and choking and the touch made him flinch. She was very pleased. “Look at that, Mary. I think Mistress K will be very happy with that.” The welts were all straight and evenly covered his buttocks and the top of his thighs. Where the crop had flicked around his flanks he was bleeding and four of the strokes had broken the skin. She had changed sides after each stoke and the backhanded strokes had been just as hard as the forehanded. "Well," she said, "I don’t often get to hit someone as hard as I can and that has come up beautifully. I think that has to go on our website." Mary was still stroking him, running her hands over his back and stomach and now the beating was over she fondled his cock and balls through the cage. Feeling her against him and seeing Mistress Vixen was arousing him and he was getting hard again.
Mistress Vixen took pictures of his welts, showing his cock straining against the cage and Mary’s hands on him. She came around in front of him and also took pictures of him crying. By the time she was finished his tears had stopped. She put away the camera and came back with something in her hand. His key. She held it out in front of him and said, "Do you know what this is?"
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
"Good, of course you do. Now we are going to take that cage off you so we can have some fun and get you nice and clean. But if you come without my permission, do you know what will happen?"
“No, Mistress.”
“You will be back here and I will see if I can hit you even harder. Do you have any idea how much that will hurt on top of what you have already?"
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You might think you do, but you don’t really. If that was unendurable then another 12 or 24 on those marks will be much, much worse.”
He felt the fear rising again. Mistress Vixen looked completely merciless and he knew they could make him come any time they wanted to and punish him any way they liked. Mistress Vixen joined Mary in stroking him then opened the padlock that held his cage.
When his own Mistress had left he had hoped that she would leave him in the discreet plastic cage that barely showed beneath his clothing but instead she had left him in his shiny metal ‘dress’ cage. Since he had become a full time slave to his Mistress he had had to give up working outside the house. He now worked as a freelance writer from home over the internet so having what looked like a permanent erection under his clothes was not a problem. Often Mistress K left him without clothes and sometimes she kept him chained to the bed for days. But with her gone he had to go out to shop and he was worried people would see the bulge and think he was hard.
His dress cage was held in place by a thick hinged metal ring that went around the base of his cock and the cage itself was a lattice of chromed metal. Off his cock it looked like a rather elegant obscene work of art and she left it on display in their living room. When they had bought the cage his Mistress had taken him to the shop and made him try it on. She was concerned that he might be able to slide the ring off over his balls and escape, especially when he was not hard, but the shop assistant’s efforts to pull it off had left him nearly fainting with pain as his testicles were squeezed so she was satisfied. The weight of the cage also dragged down on his balls and when he was wearing it for a long time he had to be careful how he moved and how long he stood or they got permanently painful.
Vixen admired the cage – it was beautiful. With his cock so hard as she pulled it off he could feel it drag over his glans all the way. As always, the feeling of freedom as his cock swung coolly against the air was amazing and despite his pain he began to feel excited again and hope they would let him come.
After playing with his cock for a while they released him from the bench, clipping his hands behind his back and made him kneel on the floor. He was upright with his legs spread wide, facing Vixen who was back in her armchair. Mary tied his elbows together tightly and tied his ankles and wrists to each other. It pulled him up uncomfortably straight and his buttocks and thighs still burned. Mary knelt behind him and pressed hard into his back. She spread lube all over her hands and began to pull his cock in long firm strokes. Immediately he was rock hard. “Now Worm,” she said, “This is my fun not yours. You better hold on.” She came around and straddled him, guiding his now huge slick cock into herself then pulling his head down to her breast, twisting his arms, and saying “Here, suck my nipple.”
He could feel her tight hot cunt all around him and was terrified he would come. “Please, please, Mistress, do I have permission to come?” he gasped.
“Oh no,” she said. “This is for me and I can’t be bothered with you asking all the time even if my nipples do miss out”. She got off him, leaving his cock twitching in the air, and came back with a ball gag. Once he was silenced she climbed back on and slid slowly up and down his cock a few times rubbing her breasts on his face. He was completely desperate not to come. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he fought the sensation and Mary could feel his cock twitching inside her. “Ooh no,” she said, “You know what happens to bad, sticky, boys don’t you?” and she sat completely still until she felt him relax a little.
She was very excited herself. Watching him try to struggle and cry throughout his beating had almost brought her to the edge. Vixen could see she was close and said, “You can come now, Mary, but don’t spoil him for me.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” she said and began to stroke herself with her hands, still sitting on him as still as she could. As she got closer and closer she couldn’t help moving a little and she could feel him begin to tense up again. She was almost too far gone to care, and would have loved to feel him spurt inside her as she came, but she knew that Vixen would beat her first if she let him come. As she peaked she gasped and pulled off him, the abrupt movement of her against his cock was almost too much for him but he just held on as Mary collapsed moaning and shuddering across his knees.
Vixen stood up and took off her pants then sat down again with her legs spread. Unlike Mary she still had her pubic hair. “Bring him over here for me, Mary,” she said. Mary slowly got off his knees, unlocked his ankles and forced him to shuffle over between Vixen’s legs then immobilized him again. “Mmm”, said Vixen, “this looks a little dangerous” and flicked his cock with the toe of her boot. ”I don’t want you spurting all over me.” She took a piece of black cord and leant down to tie it around his cock in front of his balls. As she bent over he could see her breasts in her corset and the strong muscles of her back. She ran the cord between his balls, separating them and tied it off tightly around his cock behind them. Then she took a few turns around his scrotum, pulling his balls away from his body until they hurt and finally winding turns of the cord around his cock before tying it off just short of his glans. “Doesn’t it look vulnerable like that?” she said, touching his glans gently with the toe of her boot. “And so it is, as you are going to find out in a moment – but lick me properly and maybe I’ll go easy on it.”
She unbuckled the gag and took him firmly by the hair to pull his face into her crotch. His Mistress had him well trained and he was well practiced. He soon found her clit with his tongue and began licking her gently but firmly. She pulled him in closer and settled in to make him work for her pleasure. His face was completely wet with her juices and several times he felt her begin to tense and tremble as she neared orgasm but each time she pulled his head away and let the feeling subside. Finally she let herself go and came. Even in orgasm she kept herself under control, closing her legs around his head and shuddering as she arched her back but keeping almost silent.
He had found the very controlled orgasm of the dominatrix arousing and again his cock was straining against its cord – the glans bright red and looking, as she had said, very vulnerable. She reached down and ran her fingernails across it, gently at first but soon hard enough to make him wince. “Mary, gag him again for me, and bring one of the red candles.”
When the ball gag was securely in place Mary sat behind him, reached around and held his cock out towards Vixen. As he watched Vixen light the candle Mary started gently running her fingers over his glans. “Ah, the red candles,” Vixen said musingly. “These are the hot ones. No one ever asks for the red candles so I thought I’d use them on you. Hold him nice and still now, Mary, I don’t want him jerking around and getting wax everywhere.” Mary held his bound shaft tightly as Vixen tilted the candle and let the wax drip on to his exposed glans. As she carefully dripped the wax so each drip found new skin the pain was terrible. He tried to scream and his whole body jerked as each drip fell and Mary tightened her grip. He was sure the wax would leave blisters but as soon as it built up it felt like a warm caress and he began to feel his excitement build again. Almost as soon as he started to enjoy it, Mary broke off the wax to expose the glans and the pain was intense again. Three times they went through the cycle leaving him snorting and snuffling against his gag before they stopped.
“Ok – time to get him clean. I’ll leave you with him,” Vixen said to Mary, suddenly growing bored and getting up to leave the room. Mary unlocked his ankles, took off his collar and led him over to a shower in the corner of the room. It was open and set in a tiled area with no curtains. She unlocked his hands then locked them again to a ring hanging from a pulley above his head so he was standing in the middle of the tiled area around the shower. There were rings in the floor and she attached one to each ankle so that he was standing with his legs wide apart then she pulled the ring holding his hands up so that he was standing almost on tiptoe fully stretched out. She slipped off her boots and turned on the shower. He was surprised to see that she was letting the water warm up, he had been sure it would be cold. As she waited she untied the cord from around his cock, which was completely hard again, and broke away all the remaining wax. She took the shower head and rinsed him down all over before getting some liquid soap and covering him with lather. At first she stayed well away from his cock and balls, soaping down his back and chest then kneeling to wash his legs and reaching up to do his arms. After she had cleaned his back she started to press herself against him and reach around to wash his stomach and running her hands down towards his crotch then moving away. The humiliating words on his stomach were washed away.
Finally she started to soap his cock and balls. Almost immediately the warm water, the gentle hands and the smooth feel of the soap were too much for him and he came in long shuddering gasps. Behind him he could hear Mary laughing but he was too exhausted and too drained by the orgasm he had waited so long for to care if there was more punishment in store. He hung limply from his wrists as Mary finished washing him and he waited for his next ordeal.
But after she had washed him she just untied him and gave him a towel and watched him dry himself. His cock felt completely strange to him, empty and satisfied; free from its cage with him able to touch it. The afterglow of his orgasm merged with the pain from his beating and he felt completely at ease with the world – euphoric even. He held Mary’s gaze when she came back across the room with his cage. He watched as she filled a sink with water and began to wash it. “No, let me,” he said, coming up to her, but she carried on and he realized how odd it was to be naked, standing next to a naked girl as she washed his cage. He went up behind her and stood close enough that his cock was resting against her buttocks and reached for her breasts. She let him fondle her.
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she dried the cage, turning the chrome plated lattice work over in her hands, “And I loved seeing you strain against it. When Mistress Vixen has finished training me I’m going to have my own sub locked up in one of these.” She turned in his arms, kissed him lightly on the mouth and knelt down in front of him to put the locking ring around the base of his cock behind his balls. She gently kissed his cock, still small, and slid it easily into the cage, fitted the cage into the ring and snapped the lock shut. She stood up. “There, all nice and clean for Mistress,” she said walking around him. “Nicely marked up too, Mistress Vixen does a great job. Maybe next time she’ll let me mark you.”
“I’d like that,” he said and she smiled at him.
Mary was just about to lead him to his clothes when she clicked her fingers and left him. She came back with a big felt tip marker. “Almost forgot,” she said and wrote on his stomach, ‘Thanks Mistress K, Mary’ and drew a big smiley face and an arrow pointing to his cock. “I’ll let you explain. All ready to go home and wait for her,” she said, pushing him gently towards his clothes.
He rang Mistress Vixen’s bell exactly at one – she demanded absolute punctuality. Even so she made him wait outside. He was fearful that people passing by would know whose door it was but he knew better than to ring again. At last the door opened and her assistant let him in. Closing the door behind him, she walked back up the narrow hall and up the stairs. He followed her wordlessly. “So,” the assistant said. “A dirty little boy, are we?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Good,” she said. “But you’d better not call me Mistress. You’ll be a lot cleaner by the time we have finished with you. Get undressed and kneel here.” She pointed to the floor in the hall and stepped back to watch.
She was young and seemed to be wearing normal street clothes – a black skirt and white shirt. He was embarrassed by her level gaze and conscious of how he appeared, not really overweight but beginning to thicken around the middle. As well as keeping him locked in a cock cage, his Mistress kept his body completely hairless. Even worse, before she left she had written, 'This worm belongs to Mistress K' across his stomach in permanent marker, knowing he was going to have to undress in front of strangers.
He knew the drill and undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. When he was completely naked and kneeling, the girl took his clothes away then came and crouched down in front of him. She started to fondle his cock and balls through the cage and he rapidly grew hard, his cock straining against the metal. “She really has got you sorted so you won’t get into trouble while she’s away, hasn’t she?” He said nothing. “Mmm,” she said, playing with him with both hands, “I bet you are keen to get this off. Does she let you come often?” After a little silence she dug her nails into his glans, making him jerk more upright. “Answer me. When did you last come?”
“Four months ago.”
“Oh, that is nasty and I bet she likes to bring you to the edge and stop just there, doesn’t she?” He nodded. “Well, she has left us with some instructions but mostly just told us to have some fun, so you might get lucky. We’ll have to wait and see, won’t we.”
As she spoke Vixen came out and stood looking down at him with her arms crossed. “So, is our dirty little worm ready then, Mary?”
“Nearly, Mistress,” she said, quickly handcuffing his hands behind his back and putting on a collar.
“Good.”
Mary clipped a leash to his collar and pulled him up to his feet. Walking quickly she led him to the centre of a large room. He just had time to get an impression of some ominous looking furniture and a lot of equipment hanging around the walls when a hood was pulled over his head. It was tight enough under his chin that he couldn’t open his mouth to speak. He thought he heard someone undressing and then he could feel naked flesh against him. Mary, he supposed. She was rubbing her breasts against his back and reaching around to fondle his balls with both hands. He was rock hard in the cage and his cock was beginning to ache.
“So, Worm,” said Vixen from in front of him. “Your Mistress wants your cock nice and clean and she also wants some marks on you for when she comes home so she can think about the fun you’ve been having without her. And she wants us to have some fun too. She doesn’t mind if we’re a bit careless and hurt you so we certainly aren’t going to ask for your opinion on what might be fun. Which is good because I’ve been promising Mary a treat and it’s nice to have someone we don’t have to worry about too much. Most of our clients don’t really want to be hurt but with your Mistress paying the bill not you, I think we can go as far as we like, don’t you?”
He felt himself being pushed forward until he touched something unyielding. With a terrible sinking feeling he realized it was a whipping bench. Soon the women had pulled him down over it. His legs were spread out wide and locked in place and his hands drawn out in front of him. Almost immediately they started to beat him, one from each side seemingly vying for who could hit hardest and he knew he was in trouble. There was no warming up. The first stroke made his whole body jerk and he tried to scream into the hood. As they continued relentlessly each stroke made him buck convulsively against his bonds. If he could he would have been begging for mercy straight away but the hood stopped him. The pain was immediately beyond any pleasure and he forgot all about his cock. After only a few minutes he was crying and almost choking in the hood but they kept on laying into him.
At last they stopped. His whole arse and the backs of his thighs burnt. He was struggling to breathe and they took the hood off and let him sob for a while. Mary, who now was naked except for a pair of high heeled ankle boots, was red in the face and sweating, but still swinging the wicked looking leather strap she had been beating him with. Mistress Vixen was sitting in an armchair with a similar strap across her knees but still looked cool. When Mary saw him looking at her she came over and stood between his spread legs. He tried to tense himself for the beating to continue but she started stroking his back and reached under him to stroke his balls. Despite the still throbbing pain he was soon rock hard again and straining against the cage. “There,” she said. “Was that so bad? Would you like us to get this out so we can play with it? I bet you would. Well that will be soon. We just need to mark you for your Mistress now that your arse is nice and warm. But we better gag you again because it is going to hurt and we don’t want your screaming upsetting anyone. Mistress Vixen is going to show me how hard she can hit someone.”
Mary put down the strap and pulled the hood back over his head, buckling it tight. They tightened the straps holding his arms and he felt another strap go over his waist, holding him so that he couldn’t move at all. His stomach clenched as he heard the whistle of a crop or a cane being tried behind him. He felt Mary move around him and press her stomach against him and start to stoke his back and stomach. He knew it was going to be bad.
The first stroke hit him tremendously hard and his arse exploded in agony. He had never felt anything like it, his own Mistress had never hit him so hard. He struggled as hard as he could and tried to scream but he was held tightly and the hood stifled everything. Mary kept stroking him and he could feel her breasts against him but all he could think about was the terrible pain and the fear of the next stroke. Mistress Vixen made him wait and when it came it was worse than the fist, just as hard and across the top of his thighs. After the third stroke he knew that he could not stand the pain but he was tied and gagged so he could do nothing about it. By the time he had received 12 strokes he was completely lost in a world of pain and fear and could hardly feel the girl against him.
At 12 she stopped. Mistress Vixen came and took off his hood. She had stripped down to a tightly laced leather corset, boots and a pair of latex panties. She was holding a long, leather riding crop and had obviously worked hard beating him. Her hair had started to come down and she was sweating slightly. She walked behind him to look at her work and traced some of the welts with a long black fingernail. He was still crying and choking and the touch made him flinch. She was very pleased. “Look at that, Mary. I think Mistress K will be very happy with that.” The welts were all straight and evenly covered his buttocks and the top of his thighs. Where the crop had flicked around his flanks he was bleeding and four of the strokes had broken the skin. She had changed sides after each stoke and the backhanded strokes had been just as hard as the forehanded. "Well," she said, "I don’t often get to hit someone as hard as I can and that has come up beautifully. I think that has to go on our website." Mary was still stroking him, running her hands over his back and stomach and now the beating was over she fondled his cock and balls through the cage. Feeling her against him and seeing Mistress Vixen was arousing him and he was getting hard again.
Mistress Vixen took pictures of his welts, showing his cock straining against the cage and Mary’s hands on him. She came around in front of him and also took pictures of him crying. By the time she was finished his tears had stopped. She put away the camera and came back with something in her hand. His key. She held it out in front of him and said, "Do you know what this is?"
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
"Good, of course you do. Now we are going to take that cage off you so we can have some fun and get you nice and clean. But if you come without my permission, do you know what will happen?"
“No, Mistress.”
“You will be back here and I will see if I can hit you even harder. Do you have any idea how much that will hurt on top of what you have already?"
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You might think you do, but you don’t really. If that was unendurable then another 12 or 24 on those marks will be much, much worse.”
He felt the fear rising again. Mistress Vixen looked completely merciless and he knew they could make him come any time they wanted to and punish him any way they liked. Mistress Vixen joined Mary in stroking him then opened the padlock that held his cage.
When his own Mistress had left he had hoped that she would leave him in the discreet plastic cage that barely showed beneath his clothing but instead she had left him in his shiny metal ‘dress’ cage. Since he had become a full time slave to his Mistress he had had to give up working outside the house. He now worked as a freelance writer from home over the internet so having what looked like a permanent erection under his clothes was not a problem. Often Mistress K left him without clothes and sometimes she kept him chained to the bed for days. But with her gone he had to go out to shop and he was worried people would see the bulge and think he was hard.
His dress cage was held in place by a thick hinged metal ring that went around the base of his cock and the cage itself was a lattice of chromed metal. Off his cock it looked like a rather elegant obscene work of art and she left it on display in their living room. When they had bought the cage his Mistress had taken him to the shop and made him try it on. She was concerned that he might be able to slide the ring off over his balls and escape, especially when he was not hard, but the shop assistant’s efforts to pull it off had left him nearly fainting with pain as his testicles were squeezed so she was satisfied. The weight of the cage also dragged down on his balls and when he was wearing it for a long time he had to be careful how he moved and how long he stood or they got permanently painful.
Vixen admired the cage – it was beautiful. With his cock so hard as she pulled it off he could feel it drag over his glans all the way. As always, the feeling of freedom as his cock swung coolly against the air was amazing and despite his pain he began to feel excited again and hope they would let him come.
After playing with his cock for a while they released him from the bench, clipping his hands behind his back and made him kneel on the floor. He was upright with his legs spread wide, facing Vixen who was back in her armchair. Mary tied his elbows together tightly and tied his ankles and wrists to each other. It pulled him up uncomfortably straight and his buttocks and thighs still burned. Mary knelt behind him and pressed hard into his back. She spread lube all over her hands and began to pull his cock in long firm strokes. Immediately he was rock hard. “Now Worm,” she said, “This is my fun not yours. You better hold on.” She came around and straddled him, guiding his now huge slick cock into herself then pulling his head down to her breast, twisting his arms, and saying “Here, suck my nipple.”
He could feel her tight hot cunt all around him and was terrified he would come. “Please, please, Mistress, do I have permission to come?” he gasped.
“Oh no,” she said. “This is for me and I can’t be bothered with you asking all the time even if my nipples do miss out”. She got off him, leaving his cock twitching in the air, and came back with a ball gag. Once he was silenced she climbed back on and slid slowly up and down his cock a few times rubbing her breasts on his face. He was completely desperate not to come. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he fought the sensation and Mary could feel his cock twitching inside her. “Ooh no,” she said, “You know what happens to bad, sticky, boys don’t you?” and she sat completely still until she felt him relax a little.
She was very excited herself. Watching him try to struggle and cry throughout his beating had almost brought her to the edge. Vixen could see she was close and said, “You can come now, Mary, but don’t spoil him for me.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” she said and began to stroke herself with her hands, still sitting on him as still as she could. As she got closer and closer she couldn’t help moving a little and she could feel him begin to tense up again. She was almost too far gone to care, and would have loved to feel him spurt inside her as she came, but she knew that Vixen would beat her first if she let him come. As she peaked she gasped and pulled off him, the abrupt movement of her against his cock was almost too much for him but he just held on as Mary collapsed moaning and shuddering across his knees.
Vixen stood up and took off her pants then sat down again with her legs spread. Unlike Mary she still had her pubic hair. “Bring him over here for me, Mary,” she said. Mary slowly got off his knees, unlocked his ankles and forced him to shuffle over between Vixen’s legs then immobilized him again. “Mmm”, said Vixen, “this looks a little dangerous” and flicked his cock with the toe of her boot. ”I don’t want you spurting all over me.” She took a piece of black cord and leant down to tie it around his cock in front of his balls. As she bent over he could see her breasts in her corset and the strong muscles of her back. She ran the cord between his balls, separating them and tied it off tightly around his cock behind them. Then she took a few turns around his scrotum, pulling his balls away from his body until they hurt and finally winding turns of the cord around his cock before tying it off just short of his glans. “Doesn’t it look vulnerable like that?” she said, touching his glans gently with the toe of her boot. “And so it is, as you are going to find out in a moment – but lick me properly and maybe I’ll go easy on it.”
She unbuckled the gag and took him firmly by the hair to pull his face into her crotch. His Mistress had him well trained and he was well practiced. He soon found her clit with his tongue and began licking her gently but firmly. She pulled him in closer and settled in to make him work for her pleasure. His face was completely wet with her juices and several times he felt her begin to tense and tremble as she neared orgasm but each time she pulled his head away and let the feeling subside. Finally she let herself go and came. Even in orgasm she kept herself under control, closing her legs around his head and shuddering as she arched her back but keeping almost silent.
He had found the very controlled orgasm of the dominatrix arousing and again his cock was straining against its cord – the glans bright red and looking, as she had said, very vulnerable. She reached down and ran her fingernails across it, gently at first but soon hard enough to make him wince. “Mary, gag him again for me, and bring one of the red candles.”
When the ball gag was securely in place Mary sat behind him, reached around and held his cock out towards Vixen. As he watched Vixen light the candle Mary started gently running her fingers over his glans. “Ah, the red candles,” Vixen said musingly. “These are the hot ones. No one ever asks for the red candles so I thought I’d use them on you. Hold him nice and still now, Mary, I don’t want him jerking around and getting wax everywhere.” Mary held his bound shaft tightly as Vixen tilted the candle and let the wax drip on to his exposed glans. As she carefully dripped the wax so each drip found new skin the pain was terrible. He tried to scream and his whole body jerked as each drip fell and Mary tightened her grip. He was sure the wax would leave blisters but as soon as it built up it felt like a warm caress and he began to feel his excitement build again. Almost as soon as he started to enjoy it, Mary broke off the wax to expose the glans and the pain was intense again. Three times they went through the cycle leaving him snorting and snuffling against his gag before they stopped.
“Ok – time to get him clean. I’ll leave you with him,” Vixen said to Mary, suddenly growing bored and getting up to leave the room. Mary unlocked his ankles, took off his collar and led him over to a shower in the corner of the room. It was open and set in a tiled area with no curtains. She unlocked his hands then locked them again to a ring hanging from a pulley above his head so he was standing in the middle of the tiled area around the shower. There were rings in the floor and she attached one to each ankle so that he was standing with his legs wide apart then she pulled the ring holding his hands up so that he was standing almost on tiptoe fully stretched out. She slipped off her boots and turned on the shower. He was surprised to see that she was letting the water warm up, he had been sure it would be cold. As she waited she untied the cord from around his cock, which was completely hard again, and broke away all the remaining wax. She took the shower head and rinsed him down all over before getting some liquid soap and covering him with lather. At first she stayed well away from his cock and balls, soaping down his back and chest then kneeling to wash his legs and reaching up to do his arms. After she had cleaned his back she started to press herself against him and reach around to wash his stomach and running her hands down towards his crotch then moving away. The humiliating words on his stomach were washed away.
Finally she started to soap his cock and balls. Almost immediately the warm water, the gentle hands and the smooth feel of the soap were too much for him and he came in long shuddering gasps. Behind him he could hear Mary laughing but he was too exhausted and too drained by the orgasm he had waited so long for to care if there was more punishment in store. He hung limply from his wrists as Mary finished washing him and he waited for his next ordeal.
But after she had washed him she just untied him and gave him a towel and watched him dry himself. His cock felt completely strange to him, empty and satisfied; free from its cage with him able to touch it. The afterglow of his orgasm merged with the pain from his beating and he felt completely at ease with the world – euphoric even. He held Mary’s gaze when she came back across the room with his cage. He watched as she filled a sink with water and began to wash it. “No, let me,” he said, coming up to her, but she carried on and he realized how odd it was to be naked, standing next to a naked girl as she washed his cage. He went up behind her and stood close enough that his cock was resting against her buttocks and reached for her breasts. She let him fondle her.
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she dried the cage, turning the chrome plated lattice work over in her hands, “And I loved seeing you strain against it. When Mistress Vixen has finished training me I’m going to have my own sub locked up in one of these.” She turned in his arms, kissed him lightly on the mouth and knelt down in front of him to put the locking ring around the base of his cock behind his balls. She gently kissed his cock, still small, and slid it easily into the cage, fitted the cage into the ring and snapped the lock shut. She stood up. “There, all nice and clean for Mistress,” she said walking around him. “Nicely marked up too, Mistress Vixen does a great job. Maybe next time she’ll let me mark you.”
“I’d like that,” he said and she smiled at him.
Mary was just about to lead him to his clothes when she clicked her fingers and left him. She came back with a big felt tip marker. “Almost forgot,” she said and wrote on his stomach, ‘Thanks Mistress K, Mary’ and drew a big smiley face and an arrow pointing to his cock. “I’ll let you explain. All ready to go home and wait for her,” she said, pushing him gently towards his clothes.
