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I would have thought it completely entertaining for my hot Ex and her hot friends to have some random guy all dressed up as a maid serving drinks to everyone at a Halloween party. And there I was, dressed up as a maid, locked in chastity, licking the high heels of my Ex's hot friend in front of an entire crowd of people. And with that, I had to face the realization that I would finally meet the man with the cock who was currently fucking my Ex...while I was locked up in chastity...unable to get hard or have an orgasm...at least until my Ex said it was allowed.
“This is wrong,” I mumbled, but the rest of my words went unsaid, because Monica’s fingers, short and pudgy compared to Cordelia’s sleek, elegant ones, entered my mouth and filled it completely, wiggling and touched, smearing my tangy nectar over my tongue without inhibitions. “This is very, very wrong, Miss Wilkins,” Cordelia’s whispered words from right next to my ear confirmed my earlier ones, and each touch of breath on my skin made me shiver. Cordelia’s right hand delved between her classmate’s legs with rough determination, and I watched with bated breath when she crooked two fingers and pushed them all the way into her kitten’s pussy.
She raked her pussy up and down my face, rubbing her clit on my chin, my lips, my tongue and even my nose. Then I felt Ariel’s mouth sliding down over the head of my cock, easing its way down until she had taken the whole shaft in her mouth. Ariel’s mouth went to work on my cock again and I hoped that she would suck me off as a reward for making Vickie come and for licking her ass. Just as I thought I felt the first sighs of an impending orgasm, Ariel abandoned my erection. “His cock is already throbbing; he’ll probably come quick and get soft on me,” Vickie said pouting. “Don’t worry,” assured Ariel, “Lee; you’re not allowed to come unless I tell you.
"You can kiss my boots all you like, but I won't be letting you out of that chastity cage," she said eventually. Her feet were mere inches from my face, and I couldn't help but pick up the musky scent of sweat and pantyhose, further causing my cock cage to twitch uncomfortably. "I guess you just really need to think about how you're going to deal with that cock cage day and night for the next thirty days, especially with me around constantly teasing you with my hosiery and boots. "We'll start with this initial thirty days so I can get what I need for my research, but who knows where it'll go from there?" Holly said in her cute little voice, allowing me to taste and smell her feet while she continued to work.
And she knew I couldn't help myself but listen to them with my cock all locked up, being dressed up in a sissy corset and nylons, listening to them having sex knowing I had no way of getting myself off. "Oh God, I can't...I can't...It feels so good, but it's so huge...it hurts, but don't stop, please, I can do it, please, let me feel your cock deep inside my tight ass," she kept saying. "Sounds like your problem since I'm going to fuck your brains out until you can hardly talk," her bull of a boyfriend said. There was a surge of intensity after he said this as they both moaned loudly, her because the humiliation was just what she wanted and for him, because she obviously was working her tongue a little extra in anticipation.
By the looks of your little erection, so far so good baby", she teased while I continue massaging her feet. After 20 minutes of Mistress Sarah's sly remarks, and my massaging her feet and shoulders, she pushed off and said, "wank for me, you little pathetic stroker!". "Little one, how badly do you want to cum?!" she teased, whilst stroking my inner thigh, watching with glee my penis bounce about with anticipation. "How much do you want me to grasp your penis and take you right here and right now?!" she says stroking my inner thigh, her touch making me twitch for release. Quickly responding, "Yes Mistress!" She slaps my ass and hurries upstairs.
With my foot, I drag her legs apart, pull her hips back from the wall slightly and place myself at the entrance to her waiting cunt, pausing for a while. Lightly gripping my hardness with my hand, I again position it at the entrance to her sex and guide it inside her, aided by the fact she is completely soaked. Using the moisture of her wet slit, I hold the base of my member once more, pull out and position it against her tight anus. She whelps as she feels the impact of my ejaculation and the tight, vice-like hold I have on her hips as my orgasm reaches its climax. By the time I've finished rolling it, I hear her come to a violent and sticky orgasm.
Melinda kneeled before me, stark naked, the huge nipples on her slightly sagging big boobies stiff like small cones, red islands in milky-white triangles of a bikini tan, her pussy, which was - to my surprise - crowned by a patch of neatly trimmed blond hair and shimmering with moisture at my eye level, and she held up a thick, short, wet carrot like a trophy. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy.
"Your tiny little pathetic excuse for a cock couldn't pleasure anyone, which is another reason I like to keep it all locked up," my Ex said pushing me up to attention on my knees with one foot and lightly kicking my chastity with the other. This was the most humiliating thing I had ever done, being locked up in chastity, dressed up in sissy girly clothes, and forced to fuck my own ass, resulting in the unfortunate leakage of cum onto a saucer which I knew my Ex would want me to clean. Being forced to eat my own cum off my Ex's feet, locked in chastity, and dressed up as a sissy little maid was about the most humiliating act I could ever think to be doing.
Your need is so palpable that the only part of your body you can feel in your aching cunt and stretched ass. I look you in the eye and say in a stern voice, "Don't you dare cum." I then proceed to wipe down your groin, cleaning off the remaining shaving cream and cleaning you from your weeklong ordeal. You continue uttering obscenities non-stop as you feel your orgasm rise in your loins. Just as I know you won't be able to hold back anymore, I pull out completely and begin slapping your ass mercilessly. A split second before your release the vibrations stop and I yank my cock from your sopping hole.
I've been in a stable relationship for six months with a beautiful girl, called Sarah. I feel like crap that I don't turn you on, that I'm not good enough for you," Sarah raged, "I'm so pissed off!" "Do you WANT me to be your Mistress, little one? Because I thought you pathetic enough to submit, I prepared some rules, especially, for you, Graham. I am a good Mistress, little one." She said with an evil smile. "Yes, Mistress Sarah!" I replied. Even I am not used to such power, in our relationship and must also learn the ways of being your Mistress," she said, with a dawning realization and a smug smile that was to become a common fixture on her beautiful face.
Amanda squeezed and massaged all around his butt, thighs, moving her hands as close as she could without actually touching his penis. “Wow these feel extra heavy, hun!” Amanda exclaimed, cupping his balls and lifting slightly, “That's good!” she continued to rub, squeezing gently, and lifting. I thought they would be aching for sure..." There was a short pause before she said, "Well maybe it's time to stop then." she moved her hand off his testicles, watching in delight as his penis twitched and bobbed up and down. Amanda rubbed just a tiny bit, waiting for his penis to get erect again, tugging on his testicles gently but firmly and steadily as he did.
“Hmmm, are you sure about that?” I don’t know if she was being cautious or just giving me a long look but she opened the tap to the slowest trickle and ran the water over her fingers. Marty squeezed her thighs together like a little girl and leaned forward over the sink giving me an improved look. I always wanted to watch a guy jerk his cock off; and knowing you are doing it for me…ummm.” Marty had my belt open and was pulling down my zipper. This is what I want, Freddy.” She said as she fucked my mouth with her panty-covered fingers. I just want to eat up this sight.” Marty placed her wet panties in my left hand and stood up and stepped back a step.
You have to understand that not having an orgasm for over a week doesn't sound like a long time, and I'm sure I've gone longer than that without wearing a chastity device. Under her watchful eye, I did as she said and managed to lock the device back onto my cock, which instantly tested the confines of the cage trying to get hard. "I think when I come over from now on, we should keep a little saucer under your cock to catch all that precum I know you drip everywhere, especially now after being locked up for two weeks. All the while, I was licking her feet and smelling her pantyhose, completely incapable of getting an erection, my cock aggressively pressing against its cage.
Noticing this, Leslie leaned over, her moist lips touching Megan's ear, and whispered, "My, my, you are a filthy little slut, aren't you, Blondie? Leslie ran her fingers over the girl's spine, her bright red nails digging little furrows in Megan's pale flesh. "I bet you'd like to come now, wouldn't you slut?" Leslie purred, her fingers resting at the small of Megan's back. "Oh girl, I can see that you're trying, and it does please me." Leslie smiled, and for a moment Megan dared to hope. "Oh, and Tom," Leslie said, her lips twisting up into a cruel smile, "get the scoop and bag up some of her shit.
Some nights, you'd relent and eventually let me cum. This anticipation was rivaled by the usual Thursday night anticipation, as you hadn't let me cum since Sunday afternoon. Every night that week, you had taken me to the edge many times, but always denied me any final release. In addition, you had made me go to work all week withouut underwear, and go into the bathroom twice a day and stroke right to the edge. Listening to you cum over and over, being taken to the edge myself many times. So sometime in the next 8 minutes, I knew you would let me cum for you. Ooooh, Mistress -- I can feel the cum starting up my cock."
Weeks of conditioning, only allowed to touch it when my mouth was filled with silicone replica of his penis and my eyes covered with his cum cloth made sure I became aroused at the mere thought of his proud pole. The headphones filled my dreams with his silky voice tirelessly repeating: "I will become a weak fag boy for Master, I kneel before him, I eat his lifegiving seed." I remembered my mantra and became even crazier with lust, but the sound of his real voice pulled me back to the here and now: "I am going to make you a real fag boy now. My body felt as it was floating as I tightened my collar, kneeling and watching him: "Make me your bitch."
I love the feel of your morning self sliding across my heel, up to my toes, of you helping me hold my feet together to make a perfect tunnel for you. "Just a moment kitten." I point my toes and then turn my ankles, looking at you through the gap the arches in my feet make. I groan and laugh and throw my head back and forth as you begin to move faster and faster, your fingernails digging into the tops of my feet, my toes wriggling like mad. The release button allows my hands freedom, and I instantly go to my clit, still laughing from the lotion on my feet and the feeling of you sliding back and forth between them.
I began to lick and suck her toes on her left foot as she again inserted the middle bulb of the Trigasm into her pussy, turned on the Magic Wand, and forced it hard against her clit and ass to take full advantage of all three prongs of pleasure. I began slowly swirling my tongue around the ring of her asshole, slipping it just under the back prong of the Trigasm, which she had pulled away from her ass as she rocked it forward to force it hard against her clit. I slipped off the pumps feeling the coolness of the air on my toes as they were freed from the leather and slid off my skirt, blouse, and control panty.
It was all a bit distracting, trying hard to pay attention to the road and all, but after Kim had a minute to calm down I said, "more." She knew what that meant, and immediately started touching her clit some more. Soon she was moving faster, and then faster still, pushing herself quickly towards the edge, and then, with a sudden jerk of her body, she stopped, still, tense, holding her breath. She had come twice and was less wired up now, and she was able to let me fuck her pretty hard for several minutes before she was panting again, and told me to stop.
She had me fetch her Cokes from the cooler, light her many cigarettes and numerous times through out the day I was told to rub suntan oil on her beautiful bikini-clad body. I worked my way down her soft tan legs and intentionally put too much oil on the soles of her sexy feet, so I could spend more time rubbing in the oil, and gazing closely at her coral pink toenails. I can remember the humiliation, my face was burning in shame, and I was enjoying the thrill of sucking both of her feet and toes, while her soft pink soles glistened in the sunlight, while I throbbed uncontrollably in my swim trunks and the females looking on laughed even harder.
She slumped her shoulders – her only effort to conceal her breasts – but shift her weight to pull a slightly bent knee slightly before her other leg concealing her pussy but not most of her bush. She stepped into her panties pulling them up quickly and tucking her fingers into the leg openings running them up to tuck in stray pussy hairs. I shifted to the other leg cocked to the side foot resting on a higher limb, ankle, calf, bent knee, the thigh stretching from knee to skirt lifting the skirt to show those nice cotton briefs. I took pics of that, legs and panties, tits pressed against the tank top, and her face looking into the camera.
She slips in the warm bubbles and mentions to me that I should probably shave as my face would soon be busy and we want it to be smooth like a baby's bottom. She moves to top and sits on my face as if to 69 and watches my cock throb and twitch against the cage while I move my tongue in her pussy and taste her juices. She enjoys teasing my locked up cock and touches my pink and blue bulge through the plastic cage with her long nails. She falls onto the bed, and says "OK, I'm done." She looks at my glistening rock hard dick, and tells me in her sweet angel voice to put him back in his cage for now.
About a year ago, Patricia told me that she wanted Richard to come over and spend the night once in a while. Sometimes, Patricia has me wear the Kali's when she's relaxing in bed and I'm helping her have lots of oral orgasms. As I walked over to the corner of the basement, I saw a naked woman, on her knees, gagged with a whiffle golf ball gag, her wrists locked behind her back to the basement wall. After a while, I heard Richard command, "Slave, you can relax now." The woman sat down. After 25 minutes, I heard Richard and Patricia heading to the dining room for brunch. A couple of hours later, I heard Richard command, "Slave, you can relax now." The slave woman sat down on the floor.