Cynthia serves my date and I – [MFf] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Female Cuckolding]

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. Preparing herself for this humiliation. This punishment.

Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Don’t judge, I didn’t make much at the time and she was a student. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock.

I don’t remember what she had done. It’s not important. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments. It wasn’t a painful punishment. Mental and teasing. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS.

GS is short for Giggling Slut. On a few occasions, Cynthia and I indulged her fantasies of my cuckolding her with another woman or forcing her to participate.

Cynthia had gone to the store (with toys in), purchased and then made the food. She did not know exactly what I had planned, though she was a smart woman and would have guessed it would be GS.

I opened the door and GS looked lovely. A simple summer dress and sandals. I invited her in.

We made small talk and sat down at the table. At my request, GS ignored Cynthia and I mostly did the same. As we sat, Cynthia removed the apron, I had told her it had to come off when company arrived, came over and asked us for drink orders. When she brought them, GS asked to look at the “chastity belt” and we shared a number of comments about it, and how frustrating it must be.

GS said that she would never accept that sort of denial and I laughed as I watched Cynthia blush.

Cynthia left and brought us back appetizers.

The rule for the night was that when she was not occupied, she would be at my feet and that she was to be in slave mode. Normally, slave mode was something that we only did alone and only when she was feeling particularly submissive or in trouble. There were a list of rules such as what she could and couldn’t wear, how she had to behave, etc. As GS and I chatted, flirted and subtly poked fun at Cynthia’s situation, Cynthia sat at my feet.

GS tried to ignore her, but I could see her eyes flicking to Cynthia over and over, especially as cynthia raised her hand up and into my shorts and began to rub my cock. One of the rules of slave mode, at any point she could be rubbing my dick, she was to be rubbing my dick.

“Is she like that every day?” GS asked. “How do you get anything done.”

I laughed and explained slave mode and the other modes. Cynthia loved rules and regulations. For instance, as a rule, when we were out in public in public mode, she still had to ask for permission to use the bathroom, but was allowed to do so discreetly or in code.

In slave mode she had to be nude unless I said otherwise, such as now. In slave mode she was only to speak when spoken too. In slave mode Cynthia had no opinions, or at least was not allowed to share them. She was to serve me, amuse me and her only recourse otherwise was to safeword.

GS flushed as we talked of the rules and I saw her spreading her legs a bit.

“Cynthia,” I said, “Tell me, is GS (we didn’t really call her that in person), wearing any panties?”

Both women turned red but GS didn’t hesitate to spread her legs farther and left the hem of her skirt.

“No sir,” Cynthia said. Her voice was flat, controlled.

“Is she getting wet,” I said, “perhaps at seeing you debase yourself?”

“Sir,” Cynthia said,” I’m not sure. She’s too far and its sort of dark under the table.

Wrong answer.

With my knee and then my leg I pushed Cynthia’s shoulders towards GS. She resisted me slightly, but knew better. She made a slight mewling sound. Then with my foot I slowly pushed her head, face first, under GS’s skirt, stopping her, who smiled widely and spread her legs. I stopped right before Cynthia’s nose pushed into where I though GS’s pussy must be.

“What about now slave,” I said, adding a bit of edge to my voice.

“Yes Master,” her voice muffled.

“Yes what slave,” I said and gave a nudge, seeing her bump.

Cynthia was not dumb and new the sort of thing I wanted.

“Master,” Cynthia said, “your date is wet, horny, from being with you and seeing how you treat me.”

I wasn’t done though.

“Take a nice deep smell and tell me how she smells,” I said.

Cynthia was not a lesbian and really only bi when it embarassed her to be so. She was turned on by the humiliation more than the female body.

I heard her breathe deeply. “Sir,” she said. “It smells like pussy, clean pussy.”

I still wasn’t done. GS was grinning like a shark.

“Slave,” I said and Cynthia mewled again. A whine in her throat. “How does it taste.”

GS made a surprised noise and a small moan of pleasure.

“Sir,” Cynthia said, “It tastes fine.”

I made a disgusted noise. “Back to my feet slave,” I said. “GS, I really apologize, I haven’t trained her well it seems. Cynthia, we have this lovely guest in our home, here to fuck me, for your benefit, so you can learn your lesson. And all you can say is she tastes fine?”

Cynthia whined and started to speak but I made a slashing silence gesture.

“This is how you treat a guest,” I said. I got up and knelt next to GS where Cynthia could have a nice view. I began to sweetly kiss her and slid my hand up her skirt, sliding two fingers inside of her wetness and fingering her for a moment. Then I stood and went back to my seat. I showed Cynthia my wet fingers and slowly sucked the fluid iff one of them.

“She tastes delicious slave,” I said, “She tastes like a proper woman who would never find herself crawling on the floor in a fucking chastity belt serving wine to her lovers lover.” I held my hand out, the other finger glistening and said, “Show me you understand.”

Cynthia made the little whine again but dutifully sucked the fluid off my finger. “She tastes delicious master, like a real woman.”

“Good girl,” I said, “Now go present yourself to our guest, on your knees, chest up.”

Cynthia did so, kneeling with her breasts out.

“GS,” I said, “please feel free to take your apology out on her.”

GS grinned and I watched as she slowly began to pinch Cynthias nipples, harder and harder, pulling on them and pulling out small cries of pain from Cynthia. Then she leaned her head in close to Cynthia’s ear and said, “I’m going to fuck him so hard that he won’t have the energy to fuck you for days.”

With that she let go. Cynthia crawled back to me, took her place with her head against my leg and began to stroke my now rigid cock.

Dinner went on less dramatically. Cynthia got up to serve us and then took her place cuddling with my leg, sitting on the floor and rubbing my cock.

GS and I covered a number of topics from work to sex to current events. We largely ignored Cynthia. When I finished, I put my plate on the floor and told her she could eat my scraps.

Desert was a bit of ice cream with chocolate sauce. We sat down on the couch and Cynthia served us before again kneeling at my feet, her head pressed into my leg. As we ate GS made a head motion at Cynthia and I nodded.

“Slave,” GS said, “I want to make sure I’m ready for your master. Use your tongue to get me wet for him.”

I gave Cynthia a nudge and she made her little whine but slid over. GS lifted herself up enough to pull her skirt higher and spread her legs wide. I could see and smell what a lie the line was. She was already very wet. With only a moment of hesitation, Cynthia pushed herself in close and began to lick my lovers pussy. GS undid my zipper and began to stroke me slowly.

Cynthia rarely ate cock and GS began to lay into her over it.

“God Reader, she is terrible at this, you need to have me over for lessons, a few hours a day between my legs and she will be munching rug with the gayest of them.”

I could tell from her voice though, deep and husky, how aroused she was and soon I couldn’t stand it. I pushed Cynthia away and stood. I went to the toy chest and got one of the vibrating eggs. I pushed cynthia away and forced the egg into the chastity belt, over her clit. I turned it onto a very low setting.

I held my hand out to GS. When she stood, I pulled the dress off of her and undid her bra, I dropped the dress onto Cynthia’s head and dropped the bra across her shoulder.

“Stay put slave,” I said and led GS to the bed room.

We left the door open, she stripped me as we walked. We fell into a 69 on the bed, loudly pausing to narate what was going on.

“You taste so good,” I called out.

“Make me cum before you fuck me,” she screamed.

She did. I made her cum with my mouth and fingers and she screamed at the top of her lungs, staring at the door where we could see Cynthia still kneeling with the dress on her head.

Then I was laying on the bed and pulling a condom on while calling out “I’m going to fuck you without protection.”

She was straddling me and sliding down calling out “oh god, fill me with your cum and she can lick me clean.”

Then we just fell into moaning as we fucked.

I rolled her onto her back and as I got close, I pulled out, stripped the condom off and finished on her breasts.

When I had caught my breath, I brought Cynthia in and had her lick the cum off of GS’s tits.

GS moaned happily and said “make her get you hard so we can fuck again, I had licking a dick that tastes like a condom.”

It ruined the lie of bare back sex, but whatever. I sat in a chair where I had a nice view between GS’s legs and motioned for Cynthia to kneel. I locked her hands behind her back.

I could still hear the egg going so I asked. “You didn’t cum did you?”

“No sir,” she said softly. “But it wouldn’t take much.” Her voice was hopeful and it made me laugh.

“You heard her,” I said. “Get me hard.”

Cynthia bent and began to suck me. I was younger then, but it still took some time. I talked with GS about dirty things, sex acts we could force Cynthia to do. GS rubbed herself while I watched. When I was finally hard again, I stood and lifted Cynthia onto her feet and then sat her, spread legged backwards in the chair, facing away from us. I knew that the way she was straddling the chair, the egg would be pushing into her clit.

“Here’s the rule,” I said, “You can hump that chair like a dog and heat and you have permission to cum as much as you want. But every orgasm you have is another two days without orgasms and another date I go on with GS. Understand?”

Cynthia moaned yes.

I went back to GS and we were a bit sweeter and less hurried. Rubbing, licking, slowly working our way to the fuck.

Cynthia, to her credit, managed to last up to the point where GS and I started fucking. We had heard her sliding and moaning, but her loud orgasm didn’t start until I had begun thrusting into GS in the missionary position.

By the time I had rolled GS into doggy style Cynthia was moaning again. As I slid my thumb into GS’s ass and she started panting “finger my ass babe, oh god, deeper” we heard Cynthia cum again. She managed to fight it after that and GS and I both came. I pulled out again and finished on her ass cheek.

I went to Cynthia and to her protest slid my thumb in her mouth to clean. Then I led her over to GS and made her lick my cum off the girls butt. I undid her hands and sent her to the kitchen to clean.

GS and I laid and talked about what else we might do. What she was comfortable being a part of and what limits Cynthia might have. Eventually I got hard again and we had sex, but didn’t torment Cynthia directly, we knew she could hear us.

GS went home later that night and 5 days later I not only let Cynthia cum, I forced her to cum so many times she begged me to stop. The best way to end orgasm denial is orgasm torture.

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