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As we finished dinner, my stomach was fluttering a bit. I was growing more comfortable with them, but somehow the mundaneness of the dinner conversation mixed with kneeling and being fed, had my nerves acting up. It was like there was an energy building up in the air.
Mistress looked over at me, as she fed me my last bit of food. I couldn’t help but squirm and rub my thighs together a bit trying to get just a bit of contact, which brought a wicked smile to her face, making the situation between my thighs even worse. It was the kinda smile that told me she enjoyed everything about my predicament – the overtness of our roles, my untempered lust, and the absoluteness of my submission by sitting in a position that caused pain without complaint.
“Come get up, you are going to help me wash the dishes.” Mistress started clearing the table, setting the used plates and wine glasses onto the left side of the sink (for those worried about playing while drinking, Master had a single glass, and Mistress and I shared one – nobody was drunk). Master got up and grabbed a towel, stepping into what appeared to be a rather familiar routine.
I stood up a bit wary and confused. My wrists were still cuffed to my back. It wasn’t like I’d be able to use a sponge or even hold a dish. A slave doesn’t have to understand the later parts of an order to obey the first parts though, so I went over to the sink and waited patiently. I debated asking for clarification but decided that they were both smart enough to know I’d need further instruction.
As I waited obediently with my eyes cast down to my feet, Mistress came and started running the water. She grabbed the o-ring of my collar and jerked it upwards just enough to let me know she wanted me to look her in the eyes.
“Well, what are you waiting for slave? Get to work. Only the plates though. I don’t want you breaking anything.” She raised an eyebrow when I still didn’t move, which had my brain racing for an answer. If I couldn’t use my hands, the only way I was “cleaning” anything would be by bending over and using my tongue.
It put a lot of strain on my back, and I knew the longer I was bent over like that the worse it’d get. Still I couldn’t rush: I reminded myself that I wanted to be here, and that they’d taken good care of me so far. I started by trying to use the tip of my tongue to lick the edges of the plate first, figuring it’d be best to bring everything to the center to avoid causing a mess. It was slow work.
“Aw isn’t it nice when toys clean up after themselves. Still maybe we’ll have to shop around for a better model, this one doesn’t appear to be too efficient at it.” Master teased, while being handed the first of the washed wine glasses to dry.
My face burned with fresh heat that spread lightly down to the base of my neck. And more wetness dripped down my thighs. I redoubled my efforts licking with my tongue pressed flat to the plate. By the time I got the first plate “cleaned”, Mistress quickly grabbed it and inspected it. Determining that it was “clean” enough, she started washing it with soap and water. Dish washing proceeded mostly the same, except on one plate I didn’t do a good enough job, and Mistress, after admonishing me, twisted both of my nipples hard, eliciting a moaning scream from me.
As soon as the clean dishes were put away, Mistress went upstairs to get ready, while Master grabbed me by my collar and led me to the living room couch again. He took out his phone and did something in an app that caused the speakers to start playing music. Nothing I recognized, but it had a pretty upbeat tempo.
“Dance for me.” Master sat down and stared at me expectantly. Again the way he was looking at me, it was like my naked body was entirely on display for him. How my cuffs were positioned pushed my bust out a little, and he certainly seemed to enjoy the image. In a weird way, it was the confidence boost I needed. I’m not a great dancer, and I get shy about it often, but I love the energy of it.
Anyways, I started dancing to the beat of the music; in retrospect, it probably looked even worse than my usual due to my hands and arms not being free to move. I tried to emphasize more whole body movements with my hips. Every once in a while, when my back was turned, Master would grab me by my ass or spank me. Soon he was running his hands up my body and groping my breasts. I’ve always loved bondage, but there was something in the combination of having someone run their hands up on my body like they owned it with no ability to stop them that was lighter fluid to my libido.
Without much in the way of thinking, I started grinding in Master’s lap, while he played with me. It was everything I could do to not drop to my knees and suck his cock, when I felt it throb in his pants. He grabbed me by my waist and started rubbing himself against my bare pussy, leaving visible, wet residue on his pants. I moaned, and I couldn’t help myself: I needed more contact. Just as I got up and was struggling to undo his pants (it is VERY hard to do so when your hands are behind you), Mistress’s footsteps echoed from the stairs.
I finally (after a lot of help from him) got his khakis and underwear down past his knees, freeing his rather large dick. I couldn’t help my sigh, which turned into a moan as he pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I knew better than to push against it; it wasn’t a slave’s place to decide her pleasure, but thinking back on it, I don’t know how I was able to resist the urge. In the moment, all I wanted was him inside me. He teased me for a few more minutes before finally thrusting into me. On the first thrust, only half of him made it into me, and I felt so full already. I didn’t think I’d be able to take all of him, and I’m not sure I could’ve if I hadn’t been so well lubed by my lust. He kept up a slow but steady rhythm as he pushed the rest of himself into me. I tried to move with him – I never want to be a pillow princess, but he held my hips firmly in place. At one point, he used his grip on me to bring me down on him over and over again. Like I was nothing but a toy for him to use in whatever manner he deemed fit – a glorified sex doll.
Mistress’s hands came up from behind me and groped my boobs. She turned my face to the side, and pressed her lips to mine. Master shifted me slightly (I assume to accommodate Mistress), and it caused the head of his cock to push into me differently enough that the pleasure skyrocketed. Mistress shifted a hand down to my clit and pressed down hard on it. Usually such aggressive pressure would have been painful, but instead it induced tightening of my muscles and a deep moan. I could feel my hips bucking against Master’s hands holding me in place. My orgasm was close.
“STOP, she’s about to cum!” Mistress took her hand off my clit, and Master pushed me away so that his cock was hovering just an inch away from my entrance.
“No, no, no, please! I need to cum! Please Master and Mistress! I’ll do anything!” I was gasping for breath, trying to fight the dizzy, breathless sensation that comes over me when I get that close to cumming.
“Now now, we already told you that you wouldn’t be cumming today. You haven’t earned it yet slave.” He placed emphasis on that last word. Mistress twisted my right nipple hard and slapped my clit. Perhaps her intention was punishment (AND it was painful), but in my state, the pain and brief touching of my clit almost sent me over. My body shivered, and my hips continued to try to fight against Master’s hold, seeking the pleasure held just out of reach. By this point, my makeup was already smeared and runny, but as evidenced by a future mirror check before going to sleep, fresh tears only caused it to run more.
After a few moments passed, Master pushed me off of him. “Be a good toy and help your Mistress finish what you started.” I was still dazed, and by the time I was able to follow the order, Mistress had laid down on the couch. She was wearing matching black lingerie (though Master had already pulled her panties down to her knees) with stockings; the bra in particular made her already perfect breasts seem even more beautiful. Seeing how wet she was already, made me happy in a way despite my own unfilled lust bottling near the surface of my skin still. Master kneeled over her and started to fuck her. I wanted to grope her breasts with my hands – to feel her perky nipples between my fingers. But since I didn’t have use of my hands, I bent over and started to lick her clit. It wasn’t the ideal position, but I managed to get my head tilted just enough that part of my tongue would glide over Master’s cock while he thrust into her.
Sweat and arousal filled the air, as moans and grunts from both of them accompanied it. Master climaxed first, filling her pussy up with his cum. He pulled it out and pushed it into my mouth when I was taking a breath. I brought him inside my mouth and licked the length of his cock with my tongue, squeezing gently to extract as much cum as I could. And then sucked gently as he pulled out of my mouth. Mistress grabbed my head and pulled me towards her pussy. The smell of her arousal mixed with his cum was absolutely euphoric. I started to lap up the sides of her thighs and the bottom of her labia where the cum was streaming out. I continued to lap at the cum in her pussy until I had swallowed it all. Despite my pleasure in the moment of serving them, I was a bit disappointed that he came in her and not me.
Apparently I wasn’t paying enough attention because Mistress gripped my hair tightly and started grinding herself on my tongue. Master shifted my body more onto the couch, and started playing with my nipples again. As Mistress rode my face to a climax, I felt used and exhausted in the best way. When Mistress pushed my head away from her, my face glistened with her pleasure, and the scent of sex was visceral in the air.
“Good girl!” Mistress laid sprawled on the couch; an image of pure bliss captured on her face.
“Such a good toy. You deserve a reward.” Master whispered into my ear while moving his hand down between my thighs and gently sliding his fingers down my hungry slit. “Just not that kinda reward…” He pulled his hand away and lifted me off the couch into his arms. If I had the wherewithal to pout, I imagine I would have. He was being mean, and by the amount of wetness down below, I liked it a little too much.
He carried me up the stairs to their bedroom again. Mistress followed after she quickly used the downstairs restroom. As we climbed the steps, I remember thinking to myself that it was going to be a long night of being kept just on the edge of pleasure, wondering if I could make it: if I could be their obedient fucktoy.
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