Sarah [femdom, lezdom, mff, chastity, female dominance]

The sun shines brightly in my eyes, waking me from the comfort of a restful sleep. I turn towards my assailant, and there on the wall, slightly crooked and mocking me – hangs the subtle reminder “Be My Bitch”.

“Oh yeah, we’re playing this game again.” I feel desire begin to rise up inside me, but it is met with resistance from the cold steel cage that encases my forced-flaccid cock completely. Desire turns into pain as I realize my dilemma and the blood begins to rush. My cock contorts and pushes against the bars, leaving dents and an ache in my stomach that won’t go away until my arousal subsides. I get up, and force myself into the day – to forget about it as best I can. I know she’s not thinking about it right now. She’s got up early, dressed herself well, and went off to do important work that makes a difference in the world. She’s an elegant businesswoman. She’s so sexy. I bet she smells good.

Fear strikes suddenly as I project the wreckage of the future. She’s said she’d be late tonight. That means she’s going out to eat after work. If she goes out to eat after work there is a high likelihood that I’ll hear one of the most terrifying phrases a man in my situation could hear… “I’m full”, “I’m tired”, or “it got late”. If she comes home and says one of those things… I’ve no chance at getting out of this cage tonight. We’ve done this long enough for me to know this with certainty.

I can’t think about that right now. I’ve got my own work to do. She’ll let me out. This was my idea. I got me into this. This is fun. Putting the whole thing out of my mind, I get to my work – and go about my day. I eat my lunch and do my chores. I keep my eyes open for things that could be obstacles. Dishes in the sink? If she’s doing dishes, she’s not playing with my cock. If that takes her a half hour – that means I’m a half hour closer to hearing something I don’t want to hear. “It got late” is the equivalent of “Santa isn’t real” to man in chastity. It’s a full day of fantasies, hopes, and dreams crashing to the ground in 3 little mumbly words. That’s not going to happen tonight though, I hope.

I think to myself – I should plant a seed, I should try and get her thinking about sex somehow. I should send her a hot picture. I’m a genius. I get to my phone and start searching for the perfect image that will surely ignite her passion. One that incorporates her fantasies and desires. An hour and a half later I find it – as my cock tries to push through it’s cage and my underwear feel wet from precum. She’ll love this one. I hit send…
I watch the clock as the rest of the day goes by.

DING.

Finally, she’s available. I rush to my phone.

“I’m going to stop at the grocery store after work, do you need anything?”

Shit. It’s 6pm. If she stops at the grocery store she’s not getting back until 7. Then we’ll have to cook and eat. Then it’ll be 8. It’s going to get late. I’m fucked. This sucks. I hate this game.

“No thanks”. I reply, and pout to myself – “how the fuck am I gonna turn this around”, I think.

She gets home around 8. “Sorry, I got a text from Sarah and met up with her at the Shoppes for a drink. She’s having a hard day so I invited her over.”“Well that’s that” I think to myself, resigned to my encased fate for the evening. “Oh that’s cool” I say in reply “can I get you anything – a drink or something?”

“I’d love some tea, thank you” – I hear sheepishly from Sarah. I smile and nod. While I get the tea going, the ladies set up in the dining room to talk. I only hear bits of the conversation and it sounds relatively benign.

When the tea is ready, I pour 2 cups and bring them out.
“Thank you honey”, says my wife. “Thank you”, replies Sarah.

“Oh, no problem” I reply on my way out the door.

“Honey, I’d like you to stop for a second”. “WTF”, I think to myself. I turn to address my wife.

“Sarah and I have been talking some, about her relationship and ours. I told her about your little situation. She knows about the cage. She knows about the pegging. She knows how you clean me up on road trips. I told her everything.”

I blush slightly, embarrassed and ashamed. She knows.

“Sarah says her husband doesn’t like to go down on her. She misses it. I was telling her what a good pussylicker you are. She’s had a hard day – why don’t you come crawl under this table and help her relax.”Again, I feel my face flush, but I step toward the table somewhat sheepishly. “Is she serious?” I think to myself. “She must be fucking with me”.

“Is he wearing it now”, Sarah giggles.

“Oh yeah, he wears it all the time. It only comes off when I say it comes off… show her honey”

I’ve never felt so embarrassed. I’ve thought about this before but I never expected it would happen. I did not see this coming.

“Why don’t you just strip for us” – says my wife.

I pull off my clothes as they giggle amongst themselves at the table. My wife smiles, looks at me confidently, and gestures under the table.
I comply.

I crawl under the table, naked except for my cage, and position myself with access to Sarahs unfamiliar pussy. I can’t believe this is happening. Sarah giggles, and I hear her thank my wife. It feels good to know that my wife is proud enough of my skills that she would lend me out to her best friends like this. I best do a good job.

Sarah reaches down and pulls off her panties. She relaxes on the chair and scoots her body forward, spreading her legs gently. On my hands and knees under the table, I crawl to her exposed strange pussy. I feel the weight of my wifes legs as she rests them on my back as if I’m her personal pussy licking ottoman.

As my face reaches Sarah’s pussy, I realize – Sarah wasn’t expecting this. Her husband doesn’t like oral sex and she doesn’t manicure her bush. That’s interesting. Her scent is a bit more pungent than my wife is generally, and it’s also late in the day. None of that matters. I’m a caged sex slave for my wife and I do what she tells me to do. I get to work.

I run my tongue up and down the folds of Sarah’s pussy. She responds. I think to myself – she doesn’t get her pussy eaten a lot – she doesn’t know – so I’m careful to avoid her clit. Just like in music – dynamics in art are of critical importance. I take my time as the girls converse and drink their tea. My hands and knees are starting to hurt from the hardwood floors, and my wife’s heels are dig into my back, but a slave does not complain – especially not in the presence of a guest. My role is to suffer for the pleasure of my mistress – so I suffer. Somewhere in the deep dark of my psyche – her oversight of my suffering makes me feel loved.

20 or 30 minutes pass, and the women get up. I’m called to attention and crawl out from under the table. My cock is erect, but mashed into it’s cage. It’s very uncomfortable. I can see that Sarah is surprised by this. She doesn’t look concerned for me – she looks more… curious. I see her glance at my wife with an expression of awe and wonder. She has a girl crush. My wife has that effect on people. It happens a lot. “That was nice, but Sarah would like to make herself a little more comfortable. Let’s head upstairs”. We made our way up the stairs, the women put me in front so they could watch and giggle as my naked balls bounced back and forth on the way up

“I can’t believe he does this..” Sarah remarked.
“Neither can I” – my wife replied.

Once we got to the bedroom, Sarah made herself at home, jumping on the bed, legs open – and she smiled at me. I looked toward my wife for permission – she gently nodded, with a look of pride in her eye. I slowly removed Sarah’s shoes, one at a time, and placed them to the side. I pulled out some of the nice scented massage oil that we keep by the bed and began to massage her feet, while my wife freshened up in the bathroom. The two girls continued their conversation.

“Have you ever been with a girl” – my wife called out from the bathroom as I continued to massage her friends legs – working my way up to her calves. “One time at a party in high school I kissed a girl.. but never anything more than that” – Sarah replied somewhat sheepishly as she looked down and smiled at me approvingly. I took this to mean “stop dicking around slaveboy and get your mouth on my pussy”.

Again, I complied. I’m compliant.

I made myself comfortable between Sarah’s legs. Her bush was hairy and somewhat pungent, but I loved the dirty spontaneity of it all. I decided I was all in, and ran my Tongue flatly up the entirety of her pretty little pussy. She let out an audible moan. “Do you want to kiss a girl again Sarah?” – I heard from the bathroom. My cock twinged in pain as the cage pinched my dickskin, forcing me to wince a bit. I regained my composure and focused on Sarah’s pussy. I ran my tongue over the hood of Sarah’s clit. ‘Mmmm’ I heard her moan, as she silently considered the question at hand. My tongue gently pressing her clit into her pelvis.

“I think I would like that”, she replied – “I’ve been thinking about that for a long, long time. I think you’re so beautiful Jenn. I really admire the way you stand up for yourself and take what you want. Mmmmm. And what you’ve done here…” Sarah glanced down at me and put her hand on the back of my head.

My wife emerged from the bathroom in a cute white see-through nightgown, her nipples slightly poking through the fabric. She looked riveting. I turned my head to take her in. Her eyes caught mine and I knew that I was in trouble. She smiled slyly. “Did she tell you to remove your mouth from her pussy?”“No ma’am, I just saw you come out and you look so”…

“Eat her cunt” she demanded, confidently. I returned to my duty.

“Don’t worry Sarah, sometimes he forgets – not to worry – I’ll just help him remember that he’s to do what he’s told. When we come across a behavior that’s unacceptable, we correct it – isn’t that right, pet?”“Yes, ma’am – I reply from my place, naked – between her best friends legs.“And we don’t want to ruin the experience for Sarah now, do we?”

“No, ma’am”

“Then you should probably be punished, huh” – my wife said, in her best teasing dominatrix tone.

“Uh huh” I mumbled, as Sarah pulled my head harder into her pussy.

“I need you to say it honey, so Sarah understands that you want this and that I’m not just abusing you”.

“Mmmmmm. I really don’t care”, Sarah moaned as her head arched backwards and her legs tightened around my head.

“Please correct my unacceptable behavior ma’am” – I try to mumble as best I can with my mouth full of pussy.

*SMACK*

I feel the sting of the riding crop across my bare ass. My body jerks but Sarah holds my head in place. I suck her clit into my mouth.

*SMACK*

Each time she smacks me harder, and the sound seems to somehow make Sarah’s pussy wetter. The sting hurts, I’m sure it’s leaving a mark. Sarah looks up at my wife with admiration. She’s so hot. She’s so powerful. She’s intoxicating.

My ass burns as the welts rise. On the final whack, I cry out in pain ‘ AHHHHH’, and Sarah grabs the back of my head, slams it back into her pussy, and cums on my face, squeezing my head uncontrollably between her legs. My wife smiles as I writhe in pain trapped in her friends pussy. “That was sooo good” Sarah exclaimed! “Oh my god”.

I lift my head and wipe the pussy juice from my beard. My wife walks over to the side of the bed. “Oh no hubby, you’re not done. Clean up that juice from her pussy. Sarah opens her legs wider and smiles coyly. I climb back to my place and gently probe for her cum as deeply as my tongue can allow.

My wife looks at Sarah lovingly. She lean’s down and whispers into her ear “It’s nice, isn’t it”. “Mmmmhmmmm” replies Sarah as my wife takes her gently by the back of the head and pulls her mouth within inches of her own. The two women smile at each other. It’s clear that Sarah burns with desire – it is written so clearly in her eyes. And who can blame her. “Kiss me” she whispers.

My wife brings her lips to Sarah’s, they look each other in the eyes, and gently explore each other’s tongues. The kisses start softly, lips on lips, soft and beautiful. Shortly, the kissing escalates and the the girls are moaning, hands exploring, lost in themselves. I continue licking Sarah’s pussy as my wife decides to straddle over her face. She lowers her pretty trimmed pussy down over Sarah’s face, and Sarah stares deeply at it, consumed by desire.

“Mmmmmmhh” Is all she can get out as my wife lowers down completely, and Sarah’s tongue finds it’s place. “Oh good girl” says my wife… “And good boy”, she smiles at me as she looks down from her place a the top of us both. “This is good” she said. “Your pussy tastes so sweet Jenn”, says Sarah – “I can see why he likes it so much”. Sarah licked and sucked just the way she wants to be licked and sucked.

“I’m going to need something inside me soon” – Sarah spoke. “Stop slave” I heard from my wife. “Chain yourself to the leg of that bed, we don’t need you right now”.

I stopped, and handcuffed myself to the leg of the bed. Jenn walked over to the drawer of sex toys and pulled out her strap on. The same one she’s used on me. “How about this?” Jenn asked Sarah. “This is the one I use on slaveboy all the time. He seems to like it. Why don’t you tell her how my cock feels”.

I was so embarrassed. Did she really just say that? Do I really have to respond? I felt my face flush. I felt my whole body flush. My ass still stinging from the crop.

“Well…” She demanded. “Jenn’s cock is magnificent. It’s hard but it’s soft. It’s bigger than mine. When she fucks me with it, I feel like her little slut. I think you will like it Sarah”. I manage to force out of my mouth. Jenn fastens the strap on and walks over to the edge of the bed. “Look at me” – she demands. I look up at her from my place handcuffed to the bed leg on my hands and knees.

“You don’t want me to put a dry dick in our friend Sarah here, do you? Do you think Sarah would like that?” “No ma’am”, I reply. “Dry dicks are no good”. “I know, that’s why we keep yours in that tiny cage and use this fake one to get off.” Jenn asserts to me condescendingly.

“Why don’t you put this in your mouth and get it ready for us. “Jenn smiles at Sarah, as they softly giggle amongst themselves. “Oh my God, what the fuck!” Exclaims Sarah as I hesitantly open my mouth.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c8rn2b/sarah_femdom_lezdom_mff_chastity_female_dominance