I have to tell you, this experience is so much more than I had ever imagined. I’ve only ever experienced my submission superficially – playing around online, or in one-time sessions. All very much about the fun and lust, having fun to get off. Now don’t get me wrong I’ve been full of lust and getting off oh so well so far; but there’s aspects to longer term submission that nothing I’ve done before has demonstrated. I have felt so overwhelmingly controlled and owned, and it’s been speaking to me in a very deep and primal way. Not only has every day been satisfying my pussy; but also something deep inside me. I’m not sure how I’ll ever go back…
The ring gag that the boy had in his box today was clearly more familiar to me than to him. Maybe the only ones he had seen before are the fashionable “chokers” girls wear these days. It makes me laugh – don’t their mothers know? I’ll bet the fathers do and just don’t dare say anything! Mine was something I thought I recognised, but it quickly turned out I had it backwards.
Miss strapped the boy’s on and the look on his face as the ring held his mouth open was amusing; the real use of those “chokers” evidently dawning on him. A minute later I’m pretty sure a similar expression went across my face, though. My gag had a cock on it, and I was thinking it would be pointing outwards, but as Miss stepped behind me and began positioning it I was quickly corrected. I guess I should have realised from the size, but no; not until it was against my lips and I had to open for it.
Now I love sucking cock, and the idea behind this gag got me so horny so quickly. I loved as it slid in almost to the back of my throat, and as I felt Miss fasten it behind my head my pussy definitely clenched. At the same time it’s not like a real cock, despite being shaped just like it, and not at all like sucking one. The texture is all wrong, and there’s just no movement or give in it at all; also no swelling or throbbing, and the flavour is all wrong. But then you also don’t need to be careful to mind your teeth haha.
Still kneeling behind me I felt Miss’ hand reach round to my pussy and start to rub; “Well aren’t we excited already” she murmured, her other hand cupping my breast as she kissed my neck. I groaned onto the gag, the sound significantly muffled. Miss rubbed harder, pinching my nipple; “What was that? I didn’t catch it”. I could hear the grin on her face as I groaned louder, my body squirming between her arms. Instantly she stopped, “that’s what I thought; good.” She got up from behind me, looking at the boy, “enjoy that?” she said to him, crouching in front of him. My pussy was throbbing and aching for more.
The boy nodded, looking up at her.
“I can’t hear you. Did you enjoy that?”
“Uuuh, Iiiiih” he managed pathetically. I could see his cock straining against his cage really tightly, and spit already collecting on his lower lip around the ring.
“Good” Miss responded, pushing her fingers, wet from my drenched pussy, into his mouth and wriggling them around.
As she stood she wiped her fingers off on his hair before beckoning us to follow her downstairs. By the time we got to serving her breakfast we both had strings of spit dribbling down our chins, and the sight and smell of food only made that worse. Miss gleefully took her time eating and enjoying watching us. With fruit and cereal in front of her she turned to me “Up on the table, Hannah” she said, taking a bite and watching me climb up, spreading my legs in front of her in a position that is becoming familiar. She looked me up and down appraisingly, her gaze lingering on my soaked pussy. Apparently satisfied she continued, “turn to the side today, sweetie; you’re plenty wet enough already.”
As I swiveled around, my pussy at the edge of the table, she motioned the boy between my legs. “Get her off before I finish eating and I’ll let your cock replace the one in her mouth”.
Instantly he moved his face to my pussy, sticking his tongue out through the ring gag as best he could and flapping it around against my clit. Without the ability to get closer or use his lips, the technique was only slightly effective, and in anything other than my hyper-aroused state would have had little effect. At this point, however, even the poor stimulation drove me wild, and I moaned and grunted into the gag, more drool dripping onto my chest.
I was too busy to look over, but I know exactly what Miss must have looked like the whole time; that grin on her face as she watched and ate, delighting in my muffled squealing. I’ll bet she was even rubbing her own pussy through her panties.
Remarkably the boy’s attention did actually drive me to climax, howling and jerking in ecstasy. He sat back with as much of a huge smile on his face as he could manage. Miss shuffled in her chair, and while he was still grinning and I was still coming down, stuffed her soaked panties into his mouth through the ring. “There now, I know you’ve been desperate for a taste, now come here”. She reached down to her ankle and removed the anklet with his key, unlocking his cage and placing it on the table; his cock immediately swelling to rock hard.
“Kneel down, Hannah, lets get that off you”. I slid from the tabletop to the floor, still panting as the rubber cock dragged more spit from my mouth on the way out. Without a moment to recover, Miss pushed my face straight onto his cock and I felt him twitch and throb, the flavour of precum spreading rapidly across my tongue.
Seconds later I felt a powerful wand pressed against my incredibly sensitive, swollen pussy. I tried to shriek, but couldn’t because of his cock; and my reactions clearly had the desired effect as he groaned.
“I’m going to keep this wand here until you cum, so what happens to her is up to you!” Miss told the boy, making my eyes bulge. “But don’t move – you’re nothing but a gag!”
My body wriggled, clenched, bucked, and jerked in response to the pleasure coursing from my pussy through my entire being. My grunts and moans made the cock in my mouth swell and throb, precum almost pouring into my mouth and mixing with the saliva dripping down my chest.
Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long before he came, cum filling my mouth, making me choke and splutter, and also spilling down my front. Instantly Miss removed the wand and pulled him away, leaving me to whimper and pant in desperation.
After removing our gags to allow us to eat, Miss produced a rather strange pair. Each had a small teeth grip on the inside of the mouth, and a stick on the outside clearly intended for other things to attach to.
“Now, this morning you’re both going to be my pretty little maids,” Miss produced a pair of matching french maid outfits, so short they wouldn’t really cover much of anything at all, and helped us into them. I felt like such a sexy slut for her it was amazing. “Oh, and you’ll be needing this again” she picked up the cage and fastened it back around the boy’s semi hard dick. He looked so cute and pathetic; and even worse when Miss had him put on the panties that she’d taken from his mouth before breakfast. His ass did look cute in them, though.
“Lovely, now for your chores.” she chirped, picking up a feather duster and attaching it to his gag. “All of my lovely ornaments in the living room need some care and attention, but you won’t be needing these” she cuffed his hands behind his back. “Be very careful, you’ll be severely punished if you break any of my beautiful things.” She led him out, leaving me to wonder about my task.
“And now for you my little plaything” she walked back in, pinching my ass under the tiny skirt, “I want to enjoy that pretty little ass wiggling up in the air, so you’re going to be down on hands and knees”. She picked up an attachment with a scrubbing brush on the end and fixed it onto my gag, “down you go” she grinned as I crouched down to the floor. She made up a tub of soapy water and put it beside me. “Hmmmmm, I think this is too easy” she mused before cuffing my hands behind my back too.
The only way I could balance myself properly was to shuffle my legs apart, meaning that as I bent my face to the floor and scrubbed my whole pussy and ass spread wide, the skirt flapping up my back. If you want to feel helplessly exposed, that is certainly a good way to do it; and Miss’ noises of appreciation made it all the more exciting.
“Do you know how wet you are?” she taunted, “If you’re not careful you’ll be leaving wet dribbles all over and you’ll never be done.” she laughed.
Fuck that was difficult; it puts a lot of strain on your thighs and hips to keep lifting the head to get fresh water, and my neck was soon aching from the scrubbing motion, but I kept going, and Miss kept watching. After a while I could hear wet noises from her fingers in her pussy, and her soft groans of pleasure. She came and went, supervising the boy too, but definitely spending the majority with me.
By the time I had scrubbed the whole floor, moving gradually backwards so not to have to mess up what I’d done, I was kneeling beside Miss, my body sore.
“Good girl” she petted my head and I leaned into her touch. “Now it needs to be dried”. She swapped the brush attachment for a towel, then bent me over and slapped my ass.
Now by this point my pussy had been dribbling for so long I literally had wetness down to my knees, so as I shuffled back across the damp, slippery floor I couldn’t tell how much was soapy water and how much was my juices. I slid around, falling over completely more than once; much to Miss’ amusement. It was almost as slow work as the scrubbing had been, wiping the towel around and shuffling side to side and back; Miss continuing to amuse herself at my expense.
As I finished Miss petted my head again, removing not only the tool but the whole gag. “I was going to save this for later, but I need it now” she groaned, rubbing her pussy just inches from my face. I was far too distracted by that to see her picking up a different type of gag again. Another rubber cock slid into my mouth, but this time it was mirrored on the outside by a much larger one. No sooner did she fasten it than Miss grabbed my hair and slid her pussy around it.
I was transfixed, watching her smooth, glistening lips part around it, rippling across every vein on the shaft. Never had I realised it could be such a beautiful sight. I didn’t need, but did love, her encouragement to fuck her with my face, and as I did she continued to rub her clit and moaned loudly, steadying herself against the door frame. Her scent filled my nose, seeing her juices coating the cock as I pulled it out, dripping down the underside and over my chin.
My neck was still sore, but the lust urged me on to fuck her as hard, deep, and fast as I could manage from this position. Her hips bucked back against me and it wasn’t long before she gripped the back of my head and pulled me in deep. My nose pressed against her clit as she jerked and clenched, screaming in delight. My own pussy aching and twitching, desperate to join her.
She led me through to the living room where the boy was still trying his best to dust the ornaments. I didn’t know where he had started, but either end of the fireplace and he either wasn’t even halfway, or only just past it. I could only guess that his neck was as sore as mine from the constant shaking; but he was having to be extra careful and dainty to prevent knocking the ornaments around. To his credit he seemed to have been doing well.
“Looks like you have a lot of work to do this afternoon” Miss chided, “I guess Hannah will get all the fun if you don’t hurry up a bit. Look at her, doesn’t that look like a good time?”
The boy looked over at me, and I could see the excitement and disappointment on his face as he saw the wet dildo on my face.
“Awwwww, you want a turn?” Miss mocked and he nodded eagerly, looking down at her pussy. “Uh-uh; naughty! But I’ll tell you what, you can clean her up.” She removed his gag and pushed him to his knees in front of me. “Go on, boy, deepthroat that cock and clean all of my sweet juices off it.”
To his credit he really did try and get the whole thing down his throat, but he did gag pretty fast. Enthusiastically he kept going, licking and sucking; clearly getting very excited about getting to taste her more. For the last remnants at the base he simply couldn’t reach and had to resort to plain licking; even getting the stuff from my chin for good measure.
“Good boy” she petted his head, removing my gag, and taking us for lunch. With our hands still cuffed, we had to bend over the table to eat messily from the bowls she gave us, all the while she would fondle and grope our backsides and my dripping, aching pussy.
Afterwards she put the boy back to work dusting her mantle, and put my maid’s gag back on to lead me upstairs. In the bathroom she produced a toilet brush attachment for me. “It really needs doing, Hannah; the boy hasn’t got the hang of the cage yet, and keeps making a mess.” Her big evil grin was back as she fixed it onto my gag; it was immediately apparent that the length of the thing would require me to get very close and personal with the bowl in order to clean it.
When she opened the lid, I could see what she meant; yellow and brown stains all over the whole bowl, which must mean they’d be around the area too. She quickly sprayed cleaner all around, which at least helped with the smell, then promptly left me to it. I could hear her in her bedroom next door; moaning while her wand vibrated.
I shuffled myself over to the toilet, conscious that my knees were probably in some of the disgusting filth, and began to scrub the brush around the top edge of the bowl. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but it was disgusting. All the time as I scrubbed down into the bowl I could hear Miss screaming and grunting with climax after climax, and despite my task I remained horny and aching the whole time. Finally I had no choice but to put my whole face right into the toilet in order to scrub the very bottom. I’ll admit that I felt a bit sick as I did so, my hair falling around and even into the water at the bottom.
As I sat up after finishing, my wet hair hung coldly against my breasts, and I could do little but sit and wait for Miss to finish and come back. Eventually she did, but her only action was to swap the toilet brush attachment for the brush I had used downstairs, and give me a tub of soapy water; patting my head and going back to her vibrator.
I felt pretty disgusting, sweaty, and covered in who knows what; but I finished and sat proudly at the door for her. When she came back again she inspected my work, before praising me and running the shower. She swapped the gag for a rubber ball gag as she tenderly washed down my body under the warm water, paying close attention to my nipples and pussy so she could hear me moan, and make me drool around the gag.
Back downstairs the boy still wasn’t done, and so I have spent the time until dinner with the dildo gag slowly pleasuring her while she watched TV and browsed her phone. The boy finished eventually, and knelt down to watch beside me; clearly extremely jealous, but hopeful to get to clean up again. Miss removed his gag, making him even more excited; but then stuffed the panties he had been wearing in his mouth instead. They must have been full of precum, mixed with her juices.
Since dinner we have both been put in ball gags, presumably to sleep in. I’m having to be careful not to drool over the keyboard as I type; but it’s already all down my chest and making its way towards my pussy. Not that I’ll notice as I’m so wet there already.
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