Slut Service

My naked slut walked to the front door and welcomed my friend, his other Mistress, into the foyer.

“May I take your jacket Mistress Cecilia?” The slut hung her jacket up then knelt at her feet. He said nothing. She understands he was there to serve. She allowed him to lift her feet one at a time so he could take her shoes off. Then he bent forward and kissed Mistress Cecilia’s bare feet. He knew what would please her and he wanted very much to please her.

“Welcome Mistress.”

She acknowledged him with a brief touch then walked on into kitchen. The sub crept after her on his hands and knees, forbidden to stand in the presence of women unless granted permission. So far permission had not been granted or asked for.

It was all part of his reward for being exceptionally obedient all week. He had been allowed to choose one activity from a limited list of possibilities. He chose the privilege of being milked in the presence of his idol, Mistress Cecilia. Since a dailymilking was part of his routine anyway, I allowed it.

Cecilia was not just a friend. She was a professional dominatrix from whom my sub had no secrets. She had administrator his first spanking, an event that had marked his progression from a sub-wannabe to a novel submissive, bound by the restraints I chose to impose.

He could have chosen a different reward. Another spanking or a whipping would have hardened his cock, but I knew he wanted to feel especially vulnerable. He wanted to submit himself to the little black Domme who had humiliated him not so long ago. Being reduced to the status of a man-cow while she watched, was probably the most degrading humiliation he could conceive of. I’m sure he would have hurt himself if I had not locked his cock up for a couple of days prior to the big event.

Now he was on his hands and knees, excited to be so close to his torqueor, waiting on the floor, hoping for her attention but careful not to initiate anything. That was a etiquete offence, punishable by forced celibacy. He probably didn’t want to go through that again.

“Stand, sub. Show Mistress Cecilia how excited you are to see her.” I could see the sub’s constrained erection bobbing as he straightened his lanky body for inspection. His cock bulged through its constrains, trying to break free. His hands were clapped obediently behind him and his eyes were Appropriately downcast.

I regard my property. I could do pretty much anything I wanted with him, and today I wanted to make him squirm. I wanted to see him lose control at the hands of Mistress Cecilia. She had a way with him. She all but ignored the sub but she lavished attention on his cock like it belonged to her, and he adored her. She reached out and tapped the metal prison containing her pet.

“Do you have his key handy?” I passed her the small key I kept on my ankle bracelet. Such a Domme cliche I know, but in his case it’s the only appropriate place to keep my key to the foot-worshipping slut. Cecilia unlocked the sub’s cock cage and released his tool. His dick almost pushed the cage out of her hand. In seconds the sub grow a six and a half-inch boss. His cock stretched towards Mistress Cecilia, seeking its master.

She squeezed his erection tenatively then eased the palm of her hand down the hard shaft and cupped his balls. The sub’s breathing became shallow and ragged. His face was flushed, he was almost ready to cum in a ridiculously short time.

“Please Mistress!”

“No.”

She used his boss to turn him sideways then caresed his ass. Her strong brown fingers kneeled his buttocks and her hand tightened on the stiff cock. The sub was hyperventilating and tense with anticipation.

“SMACK!”

Her palm cracked against his ass while she held him in place by his cock.

“Take a breath slut. He’s a bit of a whore, isn’t he? I mean, is he usually this easy? Does he get erect this fast for everyone,” Mistress Cecilia asked?

She returned to gently trailing her fingers up and down the slut’s bosser. Then she held the cock firmly while she ran her fingernails along the sensitive skin between the sub’s balls and asshole.

“Well, since you’re obviously fishing, I’d say you can make him produce a hard-on faster than anyone but me. I milk him everyday and I generally keep him naked, so I know excitement when I see it. I’m sure the mental image of you forcing him to cum or even just the thought of you watching him jerk off would have hurt him out if I hadn’t caged him. So if you’re asking if he has a hard-on for you in particular, the answer is yes.

Bu regardless of what he feels, thinks or is in the mood for, that cock will obey its owner. It will get hard and stay erect for me until we are finished with it. And he will be grateful to me for the opportunity to degrade himself in front of you.”

Mistress Cecilia reflected on that for a moment. “I want to sit in the living room. Can I justpull him along by his cock like this?”

“Of course, you can do anything you want to want with him.”

“Anything? Ok, come along sub. Your balls make a good handle.” She dragged him into the next room by his balls. “Let’s see what that tool between your legs can do. Elena, I can think of lots of nasty things I’d like to do with him.”

“Ok, almost anything. Spank him, whip him, use him as a footstool, anything sexually humiliating or degrading. I’m training him to take a pegging while he’s licking pussy. Is that specific enough for you?”

“Yeah. But it’s been a long day. Let’s just start with a foot massage and see where that goes. Has he really been jerking off to fansies of me?”

“In a manner of speaking. He’s not allowed to just masturbate whenever he feels like it because as I mentioned, he’s a very horny slut and he would jerk himself off continuously prior to a special occasion if I didn’t keep it locked up.

But yeah, every time I mention you his cock starts to stiffen snd he can’t keep any secrets from me. The idea of ​​you witnessing his milking has been making him hard ever since I told him about it. Personally, I think it’s fascinating that you’re a whole new fantasy for him. I can use that info to control him.”

Mistress Cecilia sat down in the living room without relinquishing her grasp on the sub’s balls. She considered the desperate sub, shoving his hips forward to facilitate her convenience.

“Please Mistress!”

“Shut up, slut! You will cum when you are told, not because you think you need to. Elena darling, please get me the ball-gag from my bag. I won’t be using his mouth today and I’m sick of his whining.” She squeezed the thick tool in her hand and considered the excited sub.

“I imagine having a strong black woman hold onto your cock and tell you what to do is very exciting for a white slut like you, isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.” The sub looked like he wanted to say more. Of course he wanted relief, buthe must know she would never tolerate his pleading. Mistress Cecilia’s smooth brown fingers fluttered along his sharp shake with the skill of an expert plying her craft. She edged him just enough to make his cock drool.

Mistress Cecilia smiled and slowly spread his precum evenly over the head of the straining cock. Her other hand rolled his balls between her delicate brown fingers. The sub lost control. His hips jerked Reflexively as he tried to fuck the hand that was at once tormenting and rewarding him. Mistress Cecilia released the cock then slapped it. Hard.

“No! You do not have permission to fuck. That is a privilege you have not earned yet. On your knees slut!

Open!”

Mistress Cecilia worked the ball-gag into the sub’s open mouth and pulled the restraining strap tight behind his head. I saw the resignation and misery in the sub’s eyes.

“Cecilia, for crissake, at least make him serve you for awhile before he gets milked. He’s been salivating over you for a week.”

“Very well. Go get me a glass of ice water, sub. Bring it to me on your knees. Make sure the glass is very full and don’t spill any unless you want to be punished.”

The sub knew better than to while about his abandoned erection. He had been so close to cumming in her hand. He crawled away to obey his Mistress, frustrated and horny, but grateful to be abused. Then he realized how impossible she had made his task. She must have known that he would never be able to get a brim-full glass of anything to her on his knees. Was she really just promising to punish him?

He shook as he wobbled to her on his knees with his arms outstretched clutching the doomed glass of ice water. He could already see water dripping from the glass bottom. Mistress Cecilia and Mistress Elena watched him degrade himself. His bobbing erection confirmed his sexual addition for two women who took great delight in humiliating him. Mistress Cecilia arched an eyebrow, took the glass from himand nodded towards her lap.

The sub crawled forward nervously and dragged himself awkwardly across her thighs, presenting his bare ass for punishment. His erection pressed against her legs and he tried to arch up to meet her hand, but she trapped his stiff cock between her muscle thighs and held it there to ensure his compliance.

“Do you know why you are being punished sub?”

The sub made a muffled attempt at responding and drooled around his gag.

“You are getting an ass-slapping because I feel like spanking you. Giving you an impossible task is just a way of helping you justify why you should be spanked. But unlike you, I don’t need any justification. I can spank your ass any fucking time I want.

When I’m finished with you, I will allow you to assume the milking position you are accustomed to; ass up, face down, back arched, legs spread wide. You will present your genitals and lower dildo hole for me and I will milk you myself. Your owner says I can do anything I want with you.”

The crack of her palm against his tight, raised ass echoed sharply in the room. The sub jerked retroequively but was forced to keep his place. I thought later it was telling, that the slut’s cock stayed hard enough to keep him trapped between Mistress Cecilia’s tights through the entire spanking.

“You are permitted to make noise,” she said, “It won’t make any difference. I like to hear subs yelp and beg when I spank them.” The punishment finally ended when the slut began whimpering through his gag.

He crawled slowly off the dominatrix’s lap and assumed the milking position on the low, square coffee table he was accustomed to being milked on.

“You should really invest in a proper miking table, Elena. The newer tables are so versatile, and they’re padded. He can be strapped into different positions for hours at a time if necessary”

“Why? So expensive, so un-necessary. I can train him to cum any way I prefer, and right now I prefer himon his face with his ass in the air at a convenient height. Can I fetch any other milking aides for you out of your bag of tricks?”

Mistress Cecilia inspected the sub’s raised ass. She caresed the tight, spanked buttocks gently and pulled back on the hanging balls to access the sub’s still-erect tool.

“I think There is some lube somewhere in that bag, Elena. Can you pass me that and one of those butt plugs please? Yes, the large black one. He might need a little extra encouragement today. Mmmmm yes, there … that fits snugly.”

She worked the big ass plug in and out a few times, then saturated it firmly in the slut’s hole. I noted that my sub was actually leaking excess pre-cum while Mistress Cecilia was prepping his asshole for her special milking.

She redirected some of the overflow onto the sub’s cock and later his balls with silicane lubricant once the pre-cum ran out. By the time the milking actual started, I could see he was aching to cum. His eyes were closed, his breath was shallow and rapid, he was slobbering through the ball-gag, his cock and balls were coated in lube and he appeared to be tolerating the large ass plug way too well.

Mistress Cecilia tied the sub’s balls off with a short length of cord. She pulled back on his leaned testicles to access his boss. She wrapped her fingers loosely around the stiff tool and began gliding her hand up and down the shake with ageing slowness.

After several minutes the sub was grunting and begging through the gag.

“Elena, can you please handcuff your sub’s hands to the metal ring I know you had installed on the underside of this table? I’ll get his ankles.”

Of course I had retrofitted my coffee table. She knew about the three strategically hidden steel rings screwed to the underside of the table. I got a pair of my cuffs on him and secured his wrists to one of the rings. Mistress Cecilia strapped a pair of ankle cuffs on the sub and using the remaining rings on eithe side, made sure he couldn’t close his legs.

“He’s likely to lose control soon and I don’t want him interfering with the milking by involuntarily moving.”

The sub settled into ending her slow-motion hand job. Inarticulate sounds that might have been begging came from his top dildo hole, but the pleading just seemed to fuel Mistress Cecilia’s level of enjoyment as she alternate between torturously slow struggling and random rapid pumping. After a solid fifteen minutes of this treatment, she slapped the sub’s ass a couple times.

“Time’s up slut. Let’s see some junk come out of that spigot between your legs.” Her hand became a relentless blur on his cock. Grunting and struggling for air, the sub held out for another couple of minutes in ecstasy before he gave up his load all over the coffee table.

“Good boy! Look at all that cum.” Mistress Cecilia caresed his buttocks and held his balls in her palm, soothing the rutting male. “Good sub. Rest here for awhile, you can clean up later.”

He seemed content to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm, so we left him collapsed and handcuffed on the big square coffee table in a pool of cum with his legs spread, while we got ourselves a drink.

“Maybe his cock will go soft for awhile and give him a break,” I said.

“But will we?” Mistress Cecilia asked.

“No, don’t be silly. Now that he’s drained he can focus on his real job so much more effectively. He’s always more eager to please when he’s not preoccupied with his craving.

“You milk him everyday?”

“Sure. Whether he needs it or not. I assume it makes him more docile. Draining him at least once a day is supposed to keep the testosterone under control and make him more cooperative, you know? More managed. At least that’s the theory. Really, I just like keeping him dependent on me for his orgasms. He’s extremely horny to start with and as I’m sure you know, regular milking creates a special need all its own.

He canhardly wait to get milked now. He starts nosing around for it about 3:00pm. By 4:30 he’s practically humping my leg. So I tease him a little, then I milk him. I can usually find some time in the afternoon, or at least make sure he ejaculates, whether I do him on the table or have him milk himself for me. He’s usually good to go again in an hour or so after a milking, and I can wind him up sooner than that if I want to.”

“He masturbates for you when you don’t have time to milk him?”

“Of course. How else? Unless … hey, here’s a thought, how you would like to take over on Tuesday’s and Fridays? I have a standing lunch date with a few friends on those days that often turn into an afternoon gab fest. So I make him jerk himself off for me before I go. It’s Always rushed and not as satisfied, but it needs to be done. So how about it? Would you consider a milking gig twice a week at your usual hourly rate?”

“Why not? I’ll give you the friends and family discount. One ofmy regulars gets a whipping on those days but I can work your sub in before him. It will be more efficient, not to mention less expensive if he’s clean, strapped in position and ball-gagged when I get here. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Oh he’ll be ready. He will have a boss a long time before you get here. Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac.”

We chatted more about schedules and needy subs, then went back to check on my exhausted slut.

“First, let’s uncuff him and let him clean up his mess, then I could do with a licking. All that talk about sub management has made me horny. You don’t mind if I expose myself in front of you, do you?”

“Please,” Mistress Cecilia smiled, “I’d be distressed if you thought you couldn’t. We’re friends, sharing him is part of the pleasure of our friend.”

I unlocked the sub and we watched him lick his spunk off the coffee table.

“Nice and clean, that’s it. Come here. Mistress Cecilia needs some foot worship, sub. Lick her feet until I say you’re done. Then you might get permission to lick my pussy if you’re lucky.”

Tired, but still jacked up on erotic fansies and over-dosed on Cialis, the sub crawled to Mistress Cecilia’s feet and began his task, the privilege really, of paying homage to Mistress Cecilia’s feet. He sucked on each toe then licked and kissed the soles of her feet. Mistress Cecilia casually laid one leg across the sub’s back, sank into the soft sofa and closed her eyes while the slut lavished attention on her bare feet.

“Mmmm, that’s good. Slower. Elena, can I borrow him next week? I have some housewives who want to broaden their weekly entertainment menu. Playing cards and sipping wine isn’t enough anymore. They are interested in husband control, or more precisely, learning how to control their husband’s cocks. You’d think they might want a few preliminary lessons on how to make the boys more receptive before they go straight to cock milking, but no. They’re paying me to show them what to do with the tool. So what am I supposed to do? Maybe the boys are already predisposed to having their spunk extracted, but I doubt it.

To be fair, I should mention that I’ll need to milk your sub a couple of times in different positions in order to complete the demonstration. Can he do that? I mean, I know he can cum for me one-on-one, but how is he in small groups? Can he give it up more than once in front of my women’s group?”

“Of course. He’ll do what he’s told. Especially if you’re holding his lean, he adores you. My sub is at your disposal Mistress Cecilia. Use him as you see fit. Naturally I’ll need a full report on his level of compliance,” she smiled. “And maybe the women’s group could rate his usefulness as a teaching aide?”

“I’m sure they would be delighted to score your slut’s ability to stay hard while he’s being milked to demonstrate cock control,” Mistress Cecilia laughed. She glanced down at the preoccupied slut.

“You may continue,” Mistress Cecilia directed. “Your foot licking pleases me.” She spread her tighs apart and her short skirt rode up high on her hips. No underwear. “You have earned my permission to do some pussy worshiping. Don’t disappoint me.”