Yesterday was intense. I really had not been prepared for just how intense it would be. Miss certainly knows how to push my buttons. Today has been a little easier, or maybe I’m just better prepared.
Miss woke us up while the morning was only just beginning to get light. Stark naked she crouched down between our sleeping mats and began rubbing my pussy and fondling his balls. For me that was quite a delicious way to be woken up; for him I fear it was less than ideal. I was busy moaning, but the noises he was making sounded distinctly less than pleasurable. I imagine that getting hard in that cage is rather uncomfortable.
She didn’t give me opportunity to really get into it, though, just enough to wake me up and get me wet again. Apparently satisfied she turned around and sat between our heads, her fingers from my pussy in his mouth. “Day two, sluts, hope you’re excited” she chirped cheerily, handing us each a package emblazoned with a big gold 2.
“Thank you, Miss” I said and he mumbled on her fingers, both beginning to tear into them. Inside mine I discovered some lingerie; two sets of lacy underwear in red and white, as well as a series of leather straps. Getting them out and holding them up I quickly noticed that both thongs are crotchless, while the bras each offer a different style of kinky style. The white bra is a harness – silky ribbons which serve to frame my breasts; the red one a half cup with golden clasps around the nipples. While the leather straps make up some sort of body harness. I look over and see that the boy has a similar set of leather straps and a spool of rope.
“Aren’t they lovely” she beamed, focussing on me, “I just can’t wait to see you in them. Let’s get you both into that harness setup, shall we”. She took her fingers back and leant on her arms to watch us as we stood and worked out how to get into the thing.
Mine isn’t too difficult; there’s a fairly clear pointed end, with a pair of bars designed to nestle deep between pussy lips and ass cheeks. It felt cold, and I gasped as the metal was enveloped in my skin, but by the time I got the rest of the straps done it’s no longer noticeable. The straps all meet at a central ring in the middle of my stomach, with larger rings which encircle my nipples.
The boy’s follows a similar pattern around his nipples and stomach; but his cage and balls are framed by a crotchless thong which tightens deep up between his cheeks.
Miss got up and tightened various elements even further, making me feel like a package all wrapped up just for her. “Don’t you just look lovely” she admired us, turning to me and teasing my nipples, making them harden through the rings, then pulling on the central ring to bring me close to her and kissing me with that possessive style. At the same time she began to repeatedly tug upwards on it, making the bar between my pussy press against my clit over and over.
“Make yourself useful and come worship my body” she told the boy, briefly breaking the kiss before attacking my lips again. I’m aware of him coming closer, but I’m quickly too lost in her kisses and my pussy to pay much attention.
Whether minutes went by or hours, I couldn’t tell; but she expertly teased me and kept me wet and excited while probing my mouth with her tongue. I felt so deliciously owned and submissive it was amazing.
We had breakfast still in our harnesses, the tight leather constricting and constantly making me aware of my status, along with the collar. Miss ate first while we waited on her every need, including making her tea, massaging her neck, and worshipping her feet. I think we both took a turn doing each while she ate and browsed Facebook and Reddit on her phone. Once she had finished, our breakfasts consisted of sharing out the tepid tea and soggy cereal which she had left, then we joined her in the master bathroom.
Miss was already in the warm shower, water pouring down her body. The boy couldn’t keep his eyes off her, despite his cock straining in his cage as a result, and I must admit to admiring her beauty myself. “Don’t just stand there staring, come and make yourselves useful. Boy, “ she points to the basin in front of her, “get down and start washing my legs. Hannah, come stand behind me and lather me up.” We joined her eagerly, and each began caressing her skin with the shower lotion.
“Don’t be shy, Hannah” she said as I rubbed around her shoulders then stomach, “everywhere needs a clean”. She grasped my hands and slid them directly onto her soft breasts, cupping hers over mine and encouragingly squeezing. “There’s a good girl” she purred, stepping back so her body pressed against me, hands leaving mine and moving to my hips, her head falling back onto my shoulder. Nervously I began stroking my hands around, kneading and massaging, becoming more confident as she moaned.
Looking down she stroked the boy’s hair, “You want it don’t you” she thrusts her hips forward towards his face, his eyes flitting between her face and her crotch. “You’re aching to get what Hannah had”.
He nods, “Yes, Miss. Yes, Please!”
“Maybe later” she laughs, starting to finger herself right in front of him. “Don’t get distracted, boy!” she chides; “get down and worship my feet!”
I assume he complied, as her head soon fell back against my shoulder. She began to moan and grunt, bringing herself to at least two climaxes there between us. I sucked her fingers clean before we all got out of the shower, and we got out of our leather harnesses.
Before lunch I donned the red lingerie set, and Miss instructed me, with a little help, into putting the boy into what she described as a frogtie. His ankles tied up to his thighs, and arms strapped together behind his back; It’s been comical watching him shuffle around the house all afternoon. Meanwhile my exposed pussy and nipples have been pinched, stroked, rubbed, probed, tweaked and generally teased constantly while I’ve been tasked with many different household chores. Still, it’s better than having to clean the toilet with no hands – that’s been his job.
A special surprise turned up this evening, though. Miss sent me away to change into the white lingerie set, and I heard someone arrive at the front door. When I re-entered the living room there was a man with all sorts of colours of rope laid out on the table. Miss explained that he is a shibari expert, and he was here to suspend me in beautiful knots and ties.
And so here I am, hanging from the ceiling of Miss’ living room. It’s actually quite comfortable; but writing this using nothing but voice to text has been tricky. It’s gotten so late, I think she plans to leave me here overnight; I can hear her loudly fucking the shibari guy upstairs.
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