An Old Flame Desires Training [MFF] pt 3

We approach the main entrance of the hotel only to walk past. You promised not to question anything I needed to do, but you couldn’t help but to give me an inquisitive look.

“You surprised me tonight. I wasn’t expecting you to have explored your… posterior… motives. I’m going to amend your training slightly. We just need to make a quick detour.”

Your mind races only briefly before you settled your thoughts on our agreement. ‘I trust him, I need this. I need to relax,’ you think to yourself. The thought only lingers a moment before the vibrator’s undulations bring your focus back to an orgasm that is slowly bubbling under the surface. It’s a comforting constant that keeps your mind from wandering. Keeps you focused on your only job tonight… to give him your orgasms.

After a few blocks and a couple of left turns, we arrive at a small boutique sex shop. The open sign is off, but there’s some light inside. I pull open the door and usher you in.

Inside the shop, it is open and spacious with each section devoted to different aspects of kink. Many elaborate leather outfits and furniture are arranged on the main floor while the walls are arrayed with dildos and vibrators of many types and materials.

The back wall, behind the counter has a couple of doorways with beaded curtains. Mistress, from the show, steps out from one of them. She is beaming at us and cheerfully greets you.

“That was a stunning display this evening. Absolutely gorgeous. I noticed you give the command as I struck and that finale was exquisite.”

She turns to me now and says, “I must beg you to break your own rules and let me have my way with her a bit. Pretty please.” It somehow seems odd to see a leather-clad dominatrix begging you with a cutesy voice and pouty lip.

You can’t resist but to ask, “SHE is inder your control too? How elaborate is this?”

I chuckle and answer you. “Not really, but everyone has SOME boundaries, at least they should to be healthy. I just don’t like to share. Some primal jealousy ingrained in me, I guess.”

I turn to Mistress, “I will think about it though. Don’t think I didn’t notice your wandering fingers.”

At this, Mistress chuckles and says, “So be it. Have a look around, let me know what piques your interest.”

As we wander the store, you inspect some of the more interesting items. You’re no stranger to the occasional franchise chain sex shop, but you’ve never been into the more niche boutiques. As you pass the leather cuffs and switches, you become keenly aware of the vibrator pulses. Music has started playing and you seem to be pulsing with the rythm.

I finally stop in front of a wall of metal chains, collars and cuffs. I reach out and grab the smaller of two anal hooks on display. The ball at the end is about 1″ accross. As I take it down, you stop me.

“Bigger.”

Its my turn to give you an inquisitive look.

You had only seen hooks in porn. But you knew exactly what they were for. Your past experiences have taught you that you love to orgasm with something in your ass. Your plug is well used and you know what makes you lose control.

“Bigger.” You repeat with a grin.

I set down the first and pick up the larger hook. Its ball is 2″ across and the shaft slightly thicker.

As we approach the counter, Mistress is pouting to me with her lower lip still out. “Pretty please, may I have some fun? She is so lovely.”

“You know, I think I will let you, under one condition. Only I can tell her when to come. We don’t have a safeword, so you stop when I say.”

Mistress claps excitedly, “Understood, agreed. Now come with me, to my office.”

We step through a doorway into a dimly lit room. There is a low leather couch and lounge to one side. The walls are lined with whips, flogs and switches. A counter to the side is stacked with coils of rope of various sizes and lengths. In the center of the room is a heavy sawhorse. This is where she guides you.

Standing at one end of the sawhorse, Mistress circles around you before unzipping your dress and dropping it to the floor. You stand wearing only your stiletto heels and a sheer corset that props your ample chest up and rests just at your hips. Below that is the rope thong that has held your plug and vibrtor in.

Mistress unties your rope thong and lays you facedown on the sawhorse. She pulls your wrists down to leather cuffs on the legs and buckles them tight. She does the same with your ankles. Your pussy barely touches the center beam, but it does enough that there is constant pressure on your clit, no matter how you shift your weight. Mistress pulls the vibrator out. The sudden absence of the vibrations makes your pussy ache to be touched and you soon find yourself grinding into the horse.

Your hips circle in a hypnotic rythym as you welcome that comforting feel of your orgasn just below the surface. You gyrate insistently and your arch your neck back against your restraints. Your eyes search me out, begging me to speak and allow your release. Your eyes lock with mine and beg as you keep holding back your spasms. I part my lips as if to speak. The the room begins to spin but crashes to a stop as you hear me. You lock your eyes onto mine, willing me to let you cum.

“No.”

*CRACK* Mistress brings a leather crop down on one of you cheeks.

In frustration, you cry out, “NO! I wanted to cum! I was so close!”

*CRACK CRACK CRACK* The crap alternates landing on each cheek. You wince and arch back.

“I said no. Did I tell you that you could grind yourself to completion? No. Did I say you could grind yourself at all? No, you are not in control here. Don’t get comfortable.” I say this sternly, while unbuttoning and dropping my pants. My rigid cock springs up in front of your face.

As I approach your lips with the tip of my dick, Mistress steps between your legs wearing a strap on. The 6 inch member bouncing in front of her is smaller and thinner than my cock, but sports some unique ridges along the shaft.

As your tongue circles my cock, she thrusts deeply into you and you moan loudly. Mistress beings to pick up speed as you adjust to her fake member. Your ankles and wrists strain in their bindings as your hips buck back to her thrusts. I step away for a moment and you arch back turn you neck to watch her fuck you.
Her face begins to contort as she grinds into you and you realize she is building to her own orgasm.

As I return to my position at your face. You immediately part your lips and I thrust into your mouth. The sudden assault gags you. As your throat opens to cough, my hands find the back of your head and I force my cock past your tonsils. Your body tenses and retches, desperately trying to draw in air. Mistress is steadily fucking the entire length into your pussy, pulling back until the head is just in you, then ramming it back to the hilt.

I pull my cock back, giving you a moment to breath before shoving it back down your throat. I pull your hair so your eyes are turned up to look into mine. Being fucked without control… being USED so completely by these two people, has you on the edge of orgasm. Being denied before is almost causing this to hurt. Your eyes plead with mine as your pussy begs for release.

Suddenly, Mistress buries her fake cock into and shudders against your backside. I thrust my prick deep down your throat and begin to swell and pulse As I begin to shoot my load down your throat, I open my mouth to speak.

“NO.”

The room suddenly stops spinning. I pull my dick out of you mouth and a little cum spills out and down your chin. A cry escapes you and you begin to wail.

“Please PLEASE let me cum. Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore, PLEASE!” You are on the verge of tears as you beg.

“I said NO.” I reply sternly emphasizing the “No.”

You slump dejectedly as your pussy contines to ache. Mistress sighs and thanks you before pulling your head up by the hair. The fake cock still in you nestles a bit deeper inside of you.

As your neck is pulled back, I step back in front of you with a wide leather collar. I buckle it and shift it so the large ring is on the back of your neck. You feel your buttplug being pulled out. Any stimulation down there makes your pussy ache and that includes the slow, teasing removal your plug.

You see me hand the new hook to Mistress. You feel warm oil being poured all over your ass and being massaged into where your plug was just removed. The ball is pressed against your waiting asshole. You feel it stretch you wide as the ball passes your anal ring, then it settles into place, leaving you comfortably filled. You feel a rope being tied from the collar to the hook. You are pulled so that your arched back strains to bend your body forward, but doing so pulls your asshole and pussy open wide. With your hands and feet restrained, your body is constantly flexing to keep your balance. This causes the hook to pull your ass open again. The tensions in your body are causing to you uncontrollably fuck your own ass.

Mistress stands in front of you with her rubber cock bouncing near your lips. Instinctively, you begin running your tongue and lips down its length, cleaning it from your own secretions. This only reminds you of the throb in your tortured pussy as you ache for release.

You feel some relief against your swollen lips as I gently rub them with a wand vibrator. Its poweful vibrations soon cause you to arch your already straining back as I increase the pressure against you. Mistress has stripped off her strapon and is grinding her bare pussy against your tongue. Your ass pulls tight with the hook as your tongue slurps deeply at Mistress. The wand sends intense vibes deep into your stomach and you know you won’t be able to hold back this time. You’ve resolved yourself to failure as the room spins around you. You squeeze you pelvic muscles in one last kegal driven attempt to hold back.

“CUM”

My voice cuts through the blur. You explode agaist the vibrator on your clit. You feel yourself squirting your juices all over the sawhorse and down your legs into a puddle on the floor. It takes a few moments for you to realize that the gutteral moans you hear are coming from your own mouth, still buried in Mistress’s spasming pussy.

It feels like time stops while you are stuck here, spasming in this stessful position. Wave after wave of intense orgasms sweep through you until you slump onto the beam of the sawhorse. You feel me releasing your hands and feet. I loosen the rope at your collar, releasing the pressure on the hook, but leaving it in you. I lift you over to the couch and set you next to Mistress. She pulls you against her, cuddling and complimenting you for such a beautiful show and such wonderful contol. Your mind drifts as you listen to her, sighing in satisfaction at your prize for being such perfect slave to your master’s wishes.

You are shaken out of your thoughts as Mistress stands you up. She pulls your dress down over your head, straitening it around the collar still on your neck. Before zipping you up, she pulls the rope on the hook tight and ties it.

Your eyes search for mine. Meeting my gaze, you blurt out, “I’m not sure I can cum again.” Your chest heaves under your dress as the tight hook holds your posture upright.

“Oh, you will.” I say matter-of-factly. “I still haven’t had my cock in your beautiful pussy or that perfect ass. I plan on filling both otlf those before our night ends.”

I turn to Mistress and take a ballgag from her outstretched hand. I show you before slipping it into my pocket. “Now that I knownwhat a screamer you are, we can’t have you waking up the hotel now, can we?”

I take your arm in mine and escort you out of Mistress’s shop and back toward our room.

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