Bound for Release

 “What’s happening?” I asked as she tightened the bonds on my wrists and ankles. “What are we doing?”

Usually when she strapped me to the bed spread-eagle like this she would have me face-up, not face-down.

“Were you told to speak?!” She barked. Smacking my ass with the riding crop.

“Ah!! No mistress! Sorry mistress!”

I was dressed in black, lacy lingerie. With little garters that went down to my legs but didn’t cover much of my ass at all.

“Good gurl! Don’t make me add another week!” she said. Jiggling the metal tube that caged my poor, pathetic penis. My swollen balls were already aching, and her minor attention to that region—even in a stern manner—made them throb even more.

She yanked my hair so that my head was forced backward and my mouth gaped open. A big red ball was stuffed inside it and then belted tightly around my head.

The fear of the unknown and what’s to come is the scariest part for any slave, and that feeling wasn’t eased by the blindfold she put over my eyes.

“Have fun, sissy!” She hissed in my ear. Then I heard her heels clank as she strutted out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

I laid there in the darkness of my blindfold. Listening to the dull hum of the AC that was making my half-naked body shiver. Trying to breathe around the ball of the gag and the pillow my face was buried in.

After what felt like hours, the door finally opened.

“Come on! Inside.” Said a stern, commanding female voice. But the voice didn’t belong to my Mistress. It was someone else’s.

I heard two sets of footsteps. I think. One sounded like they were in heels, the other’s was softer, like they were crawling on all fours. The two strangers both came behind the bed.

“What is this, Goddess?” asked a soft, submissive male voice.

“This is your reward!” Said the female. I could hear the faint jingle of keys. Tiny keys.

“You mean it?!” The sub’s voice was quivering. Not with fear, but with elation. “Oh thank you Goddess! Thank you!!”

There was the familiar sound of a key sliding into a miniature lock and unclasping the tiny prison of a chastity cage. I wriggled my hips, jealous that it wasn’t my own being unlocked.

“Up you go.” She said. “Come on! We don’t have all day...”

I felt the foot of the bed sag as someone climbed onto it. The springs of the mattress creaked as they inched closer. Then two hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as a glob of lube was applied.

“Enjoy.” Said the female voice.

I felt the fleshy head of a cock pressing against my hole. Up until now the only thing i’d had up my ass were plastic and rubber dicks, now I was getting the real thing.

I groaned into the gag as the penis pressed inward. Only making it a few inches in, then out, then in a few more, until my sphincter starts to relax and all 6 inches of the cock were sliding in and out of my asshole.

“Ohhhhh thank you Goddess!” The sub moaned pathetically as he started pounding away at my hole. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank youuuu!!!” He said with each thrust.

All I could do was lay there and take it. Cringing and tugging at my bonds while he used me like a human flesh light.

The throbbing of his dick in my rectum was different compared to the cold, solid plastic I was used to. I could feel his head swelling inside me.

“Permission to cum, Goddess?!” He pleaded, panting.

“Granted.”

He let out some really pitiful sounding moans, then started to spasm behind me. A slightly warmer sensation filling my insides. “Ohhhhhhhh thankkk youuuuuu!!” His moans turning into sobs. He collapsed on my back. Cock softening inside me, and cried. “Thank you Goddess!!” He sniffled.

He slides his slimey member out of me and climbs off the bed.

“You’re welcome, slave. Now it’s time to get this back on...” she says, followed by the rattling of the cage.

He whimpers a bit, but seems to know better than to argue. Soon there’s the familiar *click* of the tiny lock.

They both leave without another word.

Leaving me still tied and now oozing with his built-up cum.

******

An hour later the door opens again. Finally my Mistress is back for me.

But it’s not her. It’s another lady with a soft, motherly voice.

“Heeeerrrreee we arrrreee!!” She says.

All I can here is a faint, rustling sound.

“Are you excited?! You finally get to make cum cums!!” She says in a mocking, singsong tone.

Nothing comes from the other person other than a faint suckling like Maggie from the Simpsons. There’s the ruffle of something and then the sound of tapes being pulled off. Something crinkly drops to the floor.

“Here you go baby!! Have fun!!”

The mattress sags even more this time. This is a heavy one. I can feel his belly plop down on my back as he leans over me. Then I feel a finger enter my hole.

But the finger is moving in time to his weight on my back and I realize it’s not a finger. It’s a tiny dick!

“Oooh oooh goo gooo ga gaaaaa!!!” Comes the voice from behind as he shivers and spasms.

Did...did he cum already? That was only like 5 strokes! I thought. But the woman answered for me.

“Awwww!!! Honeyyy!! Did you make a goo goo already?! HAHAHAHA! Oh my GOD!! You’re so fucking PATHETIC!! Do you see why I keep that wittle baby dick of yours locked up and in diapers?!” She cackled.

I could feel the man sag behind me. Deflated and embarrassed. As he probably should be...

It was pretty pathetic, and that’s coming from a guy who’s strapped to the bed in lingerie and just took it up the ass from two men...

“Whelp! Let’s go!” The woman said after she finally contained her laughter. “Let’s get that wittle baby dick back where it belongs!! Maybe next month you’ll last longer!”

The familiar sound of the cage and lock came first, and the unfamiliar crinkling and taping of a diaper followed.

Out the door they went. Still not even bothering to acknowledge me.

*******

The next couple that came in sounded pretty normal. The guy had a big, burly voice that made me think he was the dom. But his wife sternly put him in his place, and the loftiness of submissiveness infiltrated his tone.

His dick was much bigger. I clenched the mattress and squealed into my gag as he entered me. Fucking me like a horse in heat as he tore me in half with his giant member. He jammed me back and forth into my pillow so hard that he dislodged the blindfold, and I was able to glance back and see a beautiful woman in skintight latex watching with arms crossed as a big, white, bearded man flexed his eight-pack as he pounded me into oblivion.

His groans drowned out mine as he emptied his seed into me 20 minutes later.

He grunted as he slid his slimey python out of me.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” The woman says as he stands up. Her arms still crossed menacingly. “Do I need to remind you? You don’t get to cum without cleaning up.”

The big Thor-looking man hung his head submissively. Then sighed. Apparently thinking he couldn’t face the wrath of the woman half his size. He turned and buried his face between my ass cheeks. Tonguing out his load of cum and the ones from the subs before him.

It honestly felt kind of good to have his tongue on my now abused hole. But it didn’t last long. A minute or two later, he came up for air. His beard sticky with juices.

He stood up and allowed the woman to somehow stuff his giant cock back into a chastity cage that was almost the same size as mine. He looked over, saw me eyeing him, and quickly rushed to my side to fix the blindfold. Plunging me back into darkness.

******

“Inside!” Came the sharp voice followed by several smacks. “On the floor! Don’t look at me!” She ordered. Emphasizing each word with what sounded like a riding crop.

“Pull up your skirt! Drop your panties!” There was an aggressive clanking as the cage was removed.

“You have 60 seconds.” She said. “Your time starts...now!”

Then there was a body on me. As if they literally jumped straight on the bed. They were breathing heavily as they fumbled for their cock and started prodding around my hole erratically.

After they stuffed all 4 inches inside, they started humping furiously. Not even bothering to do a slow build up.

“25 seconds...” said the woman.

The pace quickened. The man whimpered desperately.

“15 seconds...”

More whimpering. More grunting. More whining. “Please Mistress! I need more time!!” He cried.

“Absolutely not...10 seconds!” She said unsympathetically.

His grunts and whimpers were so pathetic as he tried as best he could to wriggle out an orgasm.

“5....4....3....” he was so desperate. So horny. “2...1...STOP!!”

He tried to wiggle some more but several hard swats with a crop put an end to that. “I said STOP!!”

The man was crying. I could feel his tears raining down on my back. “Nooooo!! Pleeeeasssee Mistresss!! Just a little more time!!”

His pathetic pleas went completely ignored. He was blubbering like a toddler as she readministered the chastity device. “Maybe if you earn me a couple more grand on the street corner you’ll get another 30 seconds. But that’ll take a couple weeks at the rate you suck dick, won’t it?!”

His helpless cries lingered all the way down the hall, even after they’d left the room.

******

The last one really pissed me off.

“Thank you so much, Mistress! These three days have been absolute TORTURE!” He said.

Three days? THREE days?! Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t been unlocked in four MONTHS!! I thought. Enraged.

The fucker couldn’t even get hard. Just worked his semi-limp noodle into me and squeaked out a tiny load 8 minutes later.

I had some choice words for them when they left. But the ballgag made it all sound like muffled gibberish that they completely ignored.

******

Finally the door opened and only one set of footsteps came in. Heels. It was my Mistress!

After 24 hours in this room I was so happy just to even hear her.

“Hello sissy! Did you have fun?” She asked, rubbing my back.

I blinked tears away as I nodded “yes” knowing no other response would be acceptable.

“Good gurl!” She said. Untying my sore arms. The light stung my eyes. I rubbed my wrists and worked my jaw as the ball gag was removed.

“Is it my turn now, Mistress?” I asked. Sitting on the bed next to her. Feeling the loads of cum oozing into the sheets.

“Your turn for what?” She asked. Genuinely confused.

“My turn to cum?” I asked. Keeping my head angled down. Still afraid to bring it up.

“Did you not cum from getting your wittle ass pounded by all those slaves?” She asked incredulously.

“No mistress...” I said, hanging my head, as if it was something to be shameful of.

“Oh...” she said, wrapping an arm around me sympathetically. “Well that’s too bad! Maybe next month you will!!”

THE END.