Nathan’s Mistress was pulling him by his lean. He was doing his best to keep his balance despite the tugs on his collars and the constricting straitjacket around his torso. They were going through a corridor with large holes cut through the walls.
From each of them was hanging a pair of legs and a butt. Some hung loosely, their feet anchored to the ground, while others were spread wide, suspended with their groins tilted upward, inviting the attention of any passerby.
Patrons of the dungeon were already indulging. Soft gasps and the rhythmic slap of fleshesh echoed through the air. Nathan’s eagerness only grew at their sight, overtaking his appreciation. He would soon join them, on offer for anyone to take.
His Mistress’ grip on the lean tightened, and he felt the weight of his exposure. He only wore the straitjacket, her unforgiving metal collar, the chatity cage locked around him, and a large buttplug.
She unlocked a door, and they entered a brightly lit little room. Two holes faced one another on each side of the room. A narrow table linked them, one half already occurred by a thin woman with striking green hair. She was on her back, her lower half hanging through the opening, her hands tied to the ground by a pair of chains.
“Hello,” she greeted them cheerfully despite her current prediction. Her eyes grew wide as they landed on Nathan.
For his part, even if her face was not familiar, he recognized the voice. It belonged to Allie, the slave who had joined him in the cool-down room a few weeks ago, where he’d been tied down and blindfolded. His Mistress had not been pleased when he confessed what they’d done together, and he could still remember the pain of her whip against his ass and back.
But before she could get him into further trouble, Allie’s head lolled back, and she moaned in pleasure. She’d caught the attention of someone on the other side of the wall.
“How lucky for you, boy,” his Mistress chuckled atthe display. “You get to spend the evening tied up with a cute girl.”
Had she planned this? No way, she’d been generally hurt that he used his tongue on another woman without asking for permission first.
Mistress closed the door and patted the empty side of the table. “Up you go,” she commanded gently yet firmly.
Nathan shuffled awkwardly. With his arms imprisoned in the straitjacket, he had to rely solely on his legs to climb up the table. Allie’s eyes would flicker on him curiously from time to time. But her attention quickly shifted back, her lithe body moving radically from the effort of her unseen lover.
At least Nathan assumed she was being fucked. Her tiny tits jiggled, making them even more exclusive, and the skin above them had turned red, slicked with sweat. Her moans were soft but growing louder, and for a moment, he just smiled at her sight. She was really enjoying herself.
“On your belly,” Mistress snapped him out of his reverie. “Hurry up.”
Nathan obeyed instantly. The chatity cage linked on the table as he lowered himself and maneuvered his lower body through the hole until he found the ground of the corridor under his feet.
When he was flushed against the surface, Mistress pulled a stick from under the table and tied it to the D-ring on his collar, tightening it to make sure he would not be able to move around much once his ankles got restrained too.
“There we go,” she bent over him to put a loving kiss on his shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, pet. I’ll be back to fetch you after the party. Try not to drool on the pretty girl too much.” Although her distraction, Allie still giggled, delighted at the compliment.
His Mistress did not look back as she left the room. An instant later, Nathan felt bindings being secured around his ankles and the metal butt plug he’d wound being pulled out. He knew that in this position, his asshole would be completely exposed, his locked-up cock hanging low, out of the way.
In his restraints, his head was right next to Allie’s. She looked downright sinful, bobbing up and down the table as the stranger thrust into her. Her shoulder-length green hair was played over the table, the floral scent that clung to it wafting up to his nose. She was looking at him too, a happy smile on her lips as she enjoyed the rough fuck.
Suddenly he felt a cold, wet sensing between his butt cheats. The gloved hand of a dungeon staffer was spreading lube over his asshole, making sure he was ready for whatever the first person to take an interest in him would do.
“Hey you,” she managed between two thrusts.
“Hello, Allie,” he answered with a grin on his face at the confirmation that she’d recognized him.
“You remember my name!” Her smile was growing too, but Nathan Couldn’t quite tell if it was from her recollection of their shared night or the intensifying fuck. “My Master picked me up before I could get yours.”
It was strange looking at each other like that, their faces in opposite directions.
“I’m Nathan.”
But Allie was too busy to answer this time. Small moans were pulsing through her. No matter how tempting the sight of her breasts might be, Nathan could not look away from her half-lidded eyes, trained right back on him.
Suddenly, her face constricted.
“What the fuck?” She scowled. “Rude! That guy just came in me and ditched.” She told in frustration before refocusing on her companion. “I’ve asked around about you, Nathan. But I’ve not been able to find anything.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I was grounded for two weeks when I told Mistress about eating you out. No dungeon for me.”
“Poor thing,” she cooed, hitting all the right spots in his mind. “I’d tell you I’m sorry,” she added with a mischievous grin. “But that was the best head of my life, so…”
As she spoke, a gasp escaped Nathan, his eyes closed and his back arched. Allie waited for the initial shock to wane off his facebefore asking in an amused tone.
“Cock or strap-on?”
“Cock.” He managed between two labored breaths.
“Big one?”
His answer was a simple nod.
“Here, let me help you.” She said in a soft voice.
Allie leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was awkward. His chin rubbed against her nose, and he moved up and down from the forceful thrusts.
But it did not matter. Like the kiss they shared during their first encounter, this was magical, like a wave of affection washed over them. She could feel his whimpering die down as his focus shifted to their sudden connection.
When they pulled back, they shared a surprised look. It hadn’t been a fluke. There was something real here.
But as she was bracing herself to break the silence, Allie’s face convulsed as another Dominant decided to make use of her offered body.
It was Nathan’s turn to help her through rapture. He peppered her face with a flurry of light kisses, forcing a giggle out of her.
“I don’t get why someone would fuck my ass when my pussy is right there.”
“Didn’t some guy just give you a creampie? I’d want dibs on the fresh hole, too.” He put on a fake air of machismo, leading to an even bigger giggle.
“Yeah, I’m sure you hate sloppy seconds. Mister my cock’s not been unlocked since Obama was president.”
He groaned. “Touché.”
Dispite the banter, she caught a shadow of something deeper passing over his face. But this was not the place to address it.
Instead, they resumed making out. Neither of them was sure of just how long they spent like that. They would kiss, pause, then kiss again. Partners would succeed one another on the other side of the walls, cocks, stick-ons, fingers, and mouths blending together in the orgasmic haze that filled the room.
Allie and Nathan were so engrossed in each other they did not notice the door opening and the large man entering the room.
“Allie! What the fuck?” His voice boomed, starting the two slaves.
She raised her head as much as she could to look over Nathan, finding her Master glaring at her. He was naked, his large cock still hard even after the hours spent sampling the other submissives on offer. Before she could clear the fog from her head and find something to say, he had gripped her green hair into his fist.
In an instant, his cock was in her mouth. Nathan watched powerlessly as the man began to violently thrust between the little woman’s lips. Allie’s eyes were closed.
Once the surprise had passed, obvious enjoyment from the ordeal painted itself on her face. Moans rose from her throat, muffled by the intruding length, yet more potential than any she’d let from the strangers penetrating that night.
Trickles of saliva began to form at her mouth when her Master would pull his cock out before ramming it back in. Some would break and spatter over the rattle table or even on Nathan’s face. But rather than feel disgusted, his tongue would peek out and try to taste those that landed near his lips.
Soon enough, Allie’s Master was grunting. Instead burying himself down deeper into his slave’s throat he looked down at the tied-up boy. He pulled out entirely and furiously stroked his well-lubricated cock over the exposed side of Nathan’s face.
Rope after rope of thick, warm cum covered the slave’s face under Allie’s transfixed gaze. He should have been angry, but he had a pink tag on his collar, just like her. Fair game for both men and women.
After spilling the last of his release on his face, Allie’s Master bent down to unlock her hands.
“I’ll until your ankles in a second.” He said dispatchately, still hurt to have found his slave kissing another man. “I have to go say bye to some friends. Get yourself cleaned up and meet me at the car.”
“Yes, Master,” she acknowledged meekly, still fascinated by Nathan’s tensed face, trying his best not to let the salty goo into his eye.
Allie sprung into action as soon as the door closed behind the other man. She took his head into her hands. “Don’t move,” she commanded softly. “Let me help you.”
Lovingly, she would lap at his face, swallowing the familiar taste to reveal the features that hid underneath and fascinated her so much. She was practiced, and in no time, Nathan was relieved of the ejaculation.
“Hey,” she whispered softly as his eye fluttered open.
To her surprise, he laughed, a quiet, warm sound that broke through the tension.
“We’re even now.” He said between chuckles. “Getting each other in trouble might just be our thing.”
Allie could not help but join him. “If you think this was my punishment, you’re dead wrong, mister.”
“Yeah, I figured.” His grin widened slightly. “Still, that was… something to watch.”
Her cheeses flushed slightly, but she leaned in for another kiss, her lips brushing his as she shifted her freed body, kneeing over him on the table. Thekiss lingered, slow and tender before they finally broke apart.
“No, but seriously,” Nathan asked, his tone softening. “Why was he so pissed? I thought you two weren’t dating?”
“You remember that part, hey?” Allie’s teasing tone tried to downplay her Master’s outburst.
But she witnessed, brushing a strand of matted hair from his forehead. “It’s just the classic maledom ego,” she said with a shrug, her voice tinged with frustration. “I can play with others, sure… but only if I don’t actually enjoy it.”
Nathan’s browsers furrowed. “I’m sorry, that must suck.”
For a moment, Allie almost let out the obvious retort about his chatity cage, but she swallowed it. She didn’t want to poke at what might be a sore spot, not here, not now.
Instead, her tone softened as she traced a finger lightly over his lips. “I still owe you for last time,” she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of mischief and geneine affection. “Do you have an Insta or maybe a number?Something where I can reach you outside the dungeon?”
Nathan flushed deeply, the red creeping up his neck. Although their shared intimacy, the question clearly caught him off guard. “I’m… not really allowed to decide things like that,” he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping as if ashamed of the admission.
Allie’s chest tightened, her heart aching for him. She knew their connection was rare, and his Extreme lifestyle was endlessly intriguing to her. She just hoped it wouldn’t get in the way so much.
“But,” he started back up. His voice was tenative, still a weight lifted from her heart. “You can get in touch with Mistress Jessica. Just ask for her contact info at the members’ desk.”
She had a thousand questions bubble in her mind. How could she best approach his Mistress? Had he done something like that before? Was he even interested in a vanilla date?
Nathan’s body jerked forward before she could voice any of them, his breath hitching. Another Dominanthad claimed him, and with that, his mind seemed to slip back into deep subspace, alone this time.
Allie leaned in close, pressing a final, fresh kiss to his forehead, his skin dampamp and soft under them.
“It’s a date, then,” she whispered, her voice growing with her confidence. She slipped down from the table and exited the room.
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