The Cage
Hello to all our followers. Jeremy here again, just back from another trip to Connecticut to pay a visit to Wendy, my girlfriend, lover, and mistress. If you're curious about our past adventures, you can catch up on them in our previous writings. Wendy asked me to document this latest visit, so here's my account, as vividly as I can recall.
I landed at Bradley International Airport, my heart racing with anticipation. Wendy was waiting for me at the TSA exit, a vision in a summery dress that clung to her lithe body. She wore strappy high heels that accentuated her legs with every movement. Her hair flowed around her shoulders in soft, seductive waves, framing her face with a natural elegance. As I made my way through the terminal with my luggage, our eyes met, and her face lit up with a radiant smile that seemed to melt away the stress of travel.
She leaped into my arms with an eagerness that made the world around us fade into a blur. Her kiss was electrifying, a blend of passion and tenderness that took my breath away and left me momentarily disoriented. In that fleeting moment, the bustling airport fell away, leaving only the intense connection between us. Every reunion is a poignant reminder of her magnetic allure and how fortunate I am to be with her, even if only for brief intervals. One day, our careers will allow us to be together permanently, but for now, we cherish every precious moment together.
The first few days felt like a slice of domestic bliss. That night, we arrived at Wendy's home where she had prepared a mouthwatering traditional Polish meal. The flavors were as rich as the evening was intimate. After dinner, we lost ourselves in each other's embrace, making love first in her spacious, steam-filled shower, and later in the luxurious comfort of her king-sized bed.
The following day, we reveled in our routine of "domestic bliss." We made love again in the soft morning light, our bodies entwined under the covers. Afterwards, we enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast that I prepared, savoring the simple pleasure of sharing a meal together. Wendy appreciates my help with the "honey-do" list, which keeps her charming house in perfect order. I happily tackled the chores—mowing her lawn, edging the driveway, and washing her windows—finding satisfaction in being useful and taking care of her needs.
When her downstairs toilet started running, I quickly diagnosed the issue as a faulty flapper valve. We grabbed lunch together and then headed to Home Depot to pick up a replacement. As we strolled down the aisles, we passed a section stocked with ropes and chains, neatly coiled and ready to be cut.
Wendy gave me a playful nudge and pointed to the chains with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Look over here, Jeremy. We should get some of this chain. It would be perfect for binding you up without leaving those pesky rope burns."
"I've never complained, have I?" I replied, a teasing note in my voice.
Her voice got that husky tone that I knew meant her Dark Goddess was speaking, "You are wise not to. Can you imagine having coils of that heavy, cold metal against your skin? Or the wonderful clinking metal sound as you hang from my basement's ceiling by some thick chains? Maybe we should also buy a hand dolly so I can chain you to it in all your nude glory and be able to wheel you wherever I desire?"
I thought any answer would only land me in further jeopardy so prudently kept my mouth shut. She backed up into me, reached behind her back to grab me between the legs, and gave my package a good squeeze. Leaning her head onto my chest she turned her head to mine and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. She growled low, "The thought of you bound and helpless always gets my motor running, dear. Be prepared to serve my Dark Goddess tomorrow." And with one last tug, she released my manhood.
We returned to her house and I fixed her toilets. I was wondering what devilish things she had planned. One thing about my Mistress is her mind is as devious as it is creative. She could teach the devil a few things about temptation. She didn't give anything away as we had another day enjoying each other's company. That night I took her to a nice dinner and returning home watched "So I Married an axe murderer" on Netflix. Halfway through the movie, she pulled out my manhood and began stroking it until I grew hard. It was at this point she pulled off her black panties and impaled herself on it, cowgirl style. She didn't move after, but just held me inside her hot pussy. When I tried to gyrate my hips below her she hit my chest biding me to remain still. For the rest of the movie she just remained motionless with my cock inside her, prolonging the intimacy. I was dying to thrust into her but remained stationary, bound not by chains, but by her iron will.
When the movie ended, I figured she'd finish me off but to my chagrin, she just climbed off me, took my hand, and led me upstairs saying, "That was wonderful my dearest. The memory of being inside my pussy should give you sweet dreams." That may be true, but having a raging hard-on only left me on edge as we cleaned up and climbed into her bed, snuggling under the covers as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning arrived, and I awoke feeling fantastic—perhaps those dreams had something to do with it. I stretched and turned over, only to find the bed empty. Rising, I headed to the far side of the bedroom where I'd left my suitcase, only to discover it was now empty except for a wide, fur-lined collar, four leather cuffs, and a note.
The note read:
"Dildo Whore, my Dark Goddess demands your obeisance. You are to be her slave today. Put on your accouterments; you won't need any clothes, so don't bother looking for them—they are well hidden. Also, make sure you take a Cialis so your cock won't disappoint me. Once you are presentable, come downstairs to serve your mistress."
I followed her instructions meticulously. First, I secured the black leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They were wide, sturdy, and featured metal attachment points that hinted at the day's possibilities. Next, I fastened the fur-lined collar around my neck, making sure it was snug but not too tight. I knew Wendy would be meticulous about the details and didn't want to start the day by giving her any reason to punish me, though I was certain she'd find a reason, no matter how small. I wanted to avoid making it too easy for her—and painful for me.
I slipped into her bathroom and found my toiletry kit undisturbed on the shelf. I took a Cialis as she directed. I haven't had any issues getting erect around Wendy so far this week. However, she has been annoyed in the past when she dominates me I'll sometimes grow soft if I'm not concentrating so she likes to ensure that doesn't happen. I haven't quite turned out to be the pain slut she's hoped for, but that hasn't stopped her from trying to train me.
Descending the stairs, I made my way to the living room, where Wendy was lounging on the sofa, deeply absorbed in a book. As I entered, her gaze lifted from the pages, her eyes locking onto mine with a commanding intensity. "Jeremy, you certainly slept in and kept me waiting. I hope you've rested well, because you'll need all your strength today."
Standing there, completely nude except for the leather cuffs and collar, I felt even more exposed and vulnerable under her scrutiny.
"You're to head into the kitchen and prepare my breakfast. And don't dawdle," she instructed with a firm tone.
"Yes, Mistress," I responded, quickly hurrying to the kitchen. I started by boiling water for the French press, filling it with freshly ground coffee beans. While the water heated, I cracked two eggs into a bowl and whisked them vigorously. Pouring the mixture into a hot skillet, I added diced ham and chopped onions, savoring the sizzle as the ingredients began to cook. Once the water boiled, I poured it into the French press and set the timer, using the downtime to clean up my prep area.
When the timer rang, I poured a steaming mug of coffee and carried it to Wendy. She took it from me with a satisfied nod, sipping the rich brew before dismissing me with a wave to finish the omelet.
I added a generous amount of cheese to the eggs, folding them carefully before plating the omelet on a tray. Gathering silverware, I brought the tray back to Wendy. She placed it beside her on the table and took a hearty bite, her nod of approval and contented expression signaling her satisfaction.
Noticing my nonplussed attitude, she looked at me and pointed to the coffee table. Turning I saw a large metal butt plug and a bottle of lube. She intoned, "Dildo-whore, you are to fill your ass. You are not allowed to take it out unless I tell you to, it is now another addition to your attire today. What do you have to say?"
I went over to retrieve the plug and lube, "Thank you Mistress for taking a firm hand with me."
"Good my slut, once it's firmly inside you, I'll give you a chance to show your gratitude with your tongue in my pussy while I'm devouring my breakfast."
I applied a generous glob of lube onto the cold metal plug, and then leaned over to put the tip against my closed sphincter. Over the years I've grown accustomed to having Wendy putting things in my rear, so with a firm push it popped inside me with only a momentary pang of pain. Once it was firmly ensconced in my ass and the flared base kept it from disappearing inside me completely, I knelt and spreading my Mistress' robe put my head between her firm white thighs. My tongue found her smooth pussy and tentatively began to lick her.
She showed her appreciation by widening her legs to give me easier access and purred, "Jeremy, you are such the submissive. Aren't you glad I'm such a dominant? So here we are, you on your knees and exposed while serving your mistress just like you were born to do."
I just mumbled in understanding while continuing my cunnilingus. Mistress Wendy kept eating her breakfast all the while getting serviced by my tongue. I could tell she enjoyed it as she became very wet, her juices flowing over my chin. After she finished her eggs, she set the plate aside and rested her mug of coffee on my head, using me as her table. I was happy just to be pleasing my Mistress so I continued as she sipped her coffee. I could feel her pussy engorged with blood as my licking drove her closer to a climax. She set the mug aside and took my head now in both hands. "I'll put her tongue right where I need it, sub," she said. I continued to flick her clit with my tongue. When I slid my hand up to her pussy and inserted two fingers into her box she cried out. Pushing deeper I applied a circular motion to her G-spot which pushed her over the edge. Gasping she forced my face against her pussy and her orgasm swelled, built, and finally broke over her, crashing with waves of ecstasy.
After a few minutes, she came down from her orgasm and pulled my head up. "That was a fine start, my sub. Continue to serve me well today to prove your worth. I'll allow you some time to make yourself breakfast; I don't want you to get lightheaded from lack of food."
I rose and headed into the kitchen, preparing a hearty meal for myself. Once finished, I approached Wendy and asked if I could join her. She gave a nod, patting the cushion beside her. I placed a towel on the couch, sat down, and began to eat while Wendy reclined with a contented smile. She turned on one of her cooking shows, her satisfaction evident.
After I finished my meal, I cleared the plates and silverware, tidying up the kitchen before returning to the couch. Wendy motioned for me to rest my head on her lap. I complied, enjoying the comforting warmth of her touch as we watched the show together.
Just as the program was ending, the doorbell rang. Wendy turned to me and said, "Jeremy, go answer the door."
"Um, may I put on some clothes first?" I asked, my voice tinged with apprehension.
"No, you may not. Be quick about it. Consider yourself fortunate that I'm allowing you any freedom at all," she said sharply.
Swallowing my pride, I rose quickly and made my way to the front door. The lack of a peephole only heightened my anxiety as I approached. I fumbled with the deadbolt, the metal cold against my fingers, and turned the handle, every creak of the door echoing my sense of vulnerability. I felt exposed, each second stretching as I braced myself.
Standing on the porch was a tall, familiar-looking redhead. She didn't seem shocked by my state of undress, her gaze lingering on my exposed form with a playful smirk. "Hey, stud. Long time, how's it hanging?" she chuckled, her eyes dropping to my package.
Recognition hit me like a wave as her voice reached my ears. "Sue!" I exclaimed, astonished.
Sue stood before me, just as striking as I remembered. Her red hair, now cascading in loose waves to her shoulders, framed her face with an effortless beauty. The last time I had seen her was in Florida, when Wendy, Sue, and I had made my ex-wife our sex slave. The sight of her now stirred a mix of nostalgia and surprise within me.
"Well, are you going to let me in or just stand there gawking... showing off your junk to the whole neighborhood?" she smirked.
I let Sue in, quickly closing the door behind her. I guided her into the living room, where Wendy was waiting with an inviting smile. "Hi, Sue. Glad you could make it. We're in for some fun today." Wendy stood, greeted Sue with a warm hug, and then directed her to sit beside her on the couch.
"Thanks for reaching out," Sue said as she settled in. "I'm glad I happened to be in Connecticut at the same time as your sub. I remember our time in Florida all those years ago. It was clear you had plans to make him your own. It looks like things are going well, judging by what he's wearing," she added with a sly grin in my direction.
Wendy laughed, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, it's been fantastic. He's still a work in progress, but we've enjoyed every step of the journey. His submissive nature and my Dark Goddess persona fit together perfectly."
Sue's gaze wandered around the room. "What about the other woman you mentioned? Have you managed to bring her under your control yet? I hope she'll be joining us today as well."
Wendy shook her head, "No, unfortunately, she was getting too obsessed and way too serious. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time dominating her and she helped me have the best birthday ever along with dildo-whore here. I'll be happy to continue educating her on her submissive side if she comes back to reality. In the meantime, we have Jeremy here to play with this afternoon."
Sue and Wendy began to chat, just normal small talk about how things were going, and their jobs. All this time the two sexy ladies were talking, and I was left to stand behind them naked, collared, and feeling very vulnerable. Sue then pointed over her shoulder and remarked, "Jeremy looks like he's been keeping in shape, your insistence, no doubt?"
Wendy replied, "Of course, you know I like my men packed and stacked. I also like to keep him on his toes when we're together. Well, it's that or on his knees. Over here dildo-whore, on all fours!" she intoned pointing at her feet. I went around the couch and lowered myself to the floor where she pointed. She kicked me on the butt and pressed the heavy butt plug further into my recesses to move me forward a foot then placed both her feet on me. "Give it a try, Sue," she said, "My sub makes a fine footstool."
I felt Wendy's feet slide onto my hips, and soon after, Sue's feet rested on my shoulders. In that moment, I was nothing more than a piece of furniture for them. They continued their conversation as if it were just another ordinary Saturday. Perhaps, for them, it was—maybe they had their own hidden indulgences when I wasn't around. Wendy and I share everything, yet we also maintain our separate lives. For instance, I hadn't known about Janette until Wendy introduced me to her while I was suspended from her dungeon ceiling on her birthday.
After about half an hour of catching up, Sue glanced at Wendy and said, "Hey Wen, why don't we go outside? It's a beautiful day. How about having Jeremy serve us drinks on the patio?"
"Sounds like a perfect idea," Wendy agreed, giving my backside a playful prod with her foot. "Dildo-whore, make us a pair of your sunset martinis and bring them to us outside. And don't dawdle."
As the ladies removed their feet and headed to the patio, I stood up, stretching to alleviate the knots in my back. They were already lounging comfortably outside, so I quickly moved to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. I poured pineapple vodka, a splash of vermouth, and plenty of ice into a cocktail shaker. After giving it a vigorous shake (not a stir), I strained the martini into two glasses, adding a touch of grenadine for a splash of color.
With the drinks carefully balanced on a tray, I stepped outside to serve them. Wendy and Sue took their glasses and sampled the martinis. Sue nodded with approval and said, "Nice job, Jeremy. It's clear Wendy has trained you well."
I felt a flush of pride and vulnerability as I stood there, exposed and eager to please. I clasped my hands behind my back knowing Wendy would punish me if I was making any attempt to hide myself. "You see, Sue, I've discovered I want to be in control. I desire to be the boss." Wendy said, "It's not just training him, I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want someone always at my feet. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, and his sexuality are all mine to control. I enjoy working, holding my ground intellectually, and artistically; but as a woman, oh God, I also want to dominate. I love standing on my own feet, being all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to pursue, fuck, and possess the will of males in my time."
"Wow," Sue exclaimed, "You've really thought this through. I remember your kinky side from college, but back then it was raw. Now it's polished."
"You can thank Jeremy for much of that," Wendy replied. "With his help, my Dark Goddess persona has matured. Let's have some fun with him so you can experience just how enjoyable—and empowering—it can be."
Wendy stood up and retrieved some rope from the patio table. Pointing at me, she commanded, "Paws out, sub." I extended my hands, and she expertly secured my wrist cuffs with the rope, tying a precise knot. She then led me by the wrists over to the wooden pergola on the deck.
The pergola stood about twelve feet high, constructed from sturdy oak beams. It formed a shaded sitting area with vertical posts, cross-beams, and an open lattice above. Wendy tossed the free end of the rope through one of the beams above my head, pulling it so my arms were drawn together above me. I was intimately familiar with this location—this was the same spot where Wendy had suspended Janette and me during her birthday celebration.
After tying off the rope to a convenient hook leaving me stretched tightly she came up behind me and wrapped her fingers into my hair. Pulling my head back roughly she bit my neck saying, "This is more like it, dildo-whore. Having you as a bound centerpiece for Sue and I to enjoy." Her free hand traveled down my chest to my crouch where she took my already erect dick in her fist.
"Observe Sue, I'm not the only one who likes it when I'm in control," she grinned as she wrapped her long fingers around my shaft tugging at it. My breath caught in my throat as she bit my neck again. Between her hot breath on my neck and her hand stroking my cock, my body was awash in sensation. I closed my eyes just experiencing the feeling of helplessness and erotic pleasure.
"Mind if I join in, Wen?" asked Sue rising from her chair and coming over to us.
"Oh no, not at all. Jeremy has come to know that I like to share my toys. Sharing is caring after all," she giggled. Sue pressed herself up to my chest, took my head in her hands, and drawing my face down planted a warm, wet kiss on my lips. As her tongue explored my mouth I marveled at how lucky I was, sandwiched between two hot women who wanted to control and play with me. Wendy drew back and using her right hand spanked my ass. I yelped into Sue's mouth as she was still passionately kissing me. Wendy seemed to enjoy this as she began to spank my ass over and over again. Sue didn't let up keeping my head pressed up against hers despite my involuntary cries and thrashing about.
My Mistress turned me around, leaving me suspended like a piñata from the pergola, and kissed me deeply. "I'll be right back," she said with a mischievous smile. "I need to fetch a few things. You two have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sue turned me back to face her, a twinkle in her eye. "Is there anything she wouldn't do?"
"Honestly, I'd be afraid to ask," I replied.
Her hand now traveled down to my erect dick, and she began to trace her fingertips along my shaft. Electric shocks surged through me and my whole body swayed, only upright due to the ropes around my wrists. "I can see that you do like being controlled, Jeremy. I'm happy that you and Wendy found each other. I knew she was adrift in college - not knowing what pushed her buttons and thinking she was weird when her domme thoughts got her off. Her, what does she call it? "Dark Goddess" was there but didn't know how to come out. I don't think she has that problem anymore based on some of the stories she's told me of your exploits."
"I have a bit of a control fixation too. I am not into the S&M side of BDSM, but I do enjoy controlling a guy. For me a cock or balls can be a useful tool, a means to an end; I'm not a hooker, and I'm not here to pleasure them sexually when I want to play." She said as she continued running her fingers along my shaft.
I gasped, "So, your men never enjoy it?"
"Of course they do. Sometimes they even cum," she informed me, "It's not about what they like or don't like, it's about using their cocks as a tool, to control and tease a guy. Real submissive guys like you, Jeremy, enjoy it anyway. No matter what I do, even if I torture your prick, you'll enjoy giving me that control. If I would like to use a guy's cock for my pleasure, that would be fine too of course, but it's not necessary at all."
Her eyes twinkled. She looked like the girl next door in her simple sundress, hot but seemingly vanilla. Her handling of my body was pure Domme though. She gripped my cock now in her hand and squeezed it tightly as she put her other hand against my face and drew my head down to hers for a passionate kiss. I was so lost in both conflicting sensations, the softness of her lips on mine as her hand squeezed my manhood mercilessly that I failed to hear Wendy return until her voice reached my ears.
"Now isn't that a sexy sight, my best friend using my best sub," my mistress chuckled.
Sue stepped away, "Oh I didn't think you'd mind, Wen"
"Not at all, my plan was for both of us to play with him for a while longer, see what I brought from my toy chest," Wendy replied and set down a bunch of objects on the table. I could see a spreader bar, a ball gag, and unfortunately her black crop. I have lots of painful memories about that crop.
There was also a flogger, some nipple clamps, rope, and a Hitachi vibrator. She had changed into her sexy black g-string and bra. She continued, "I had an idea for a fun afternoon game. I remember how competitive you were in college. First, let me secure dildo-whore a little more, hold on for a sec."
She picked up the wooden bar, about three feet long with hooks on each end. She knelt by my feet, attached a carabineer to my left ankle cuff, and attached one end of the bar. She pushed my feet further apart and repeated the process to my right foot so my legs were forced wide apart. Standing up she retrieved the ball gag and coming over to me barked, "Open up that cake-hole of yours. Subs should be tormented, not heard." After opening my mouth, she shoved the hard black ball in between my teeth and buckled it tightly behind my head effectively silencing me. Reaching behind me she gave the butt-plug a twist making me squirm as I felt it turn inside my rear.
Sue watched the scene with keen interest, and once Wendy finished, she remarked, "Wendy, you've certainly trussed up Jeremy properly. I approve."
Wendy beamed. "Thanks, Sue. It's been a labor of love, I assure you. Now, how about a game?" She walked over to the table and picked up a cardboard box. "I found this ring-toss game from a lawn party I had last summer. Instead of aiming for the posts, I thought it might be more fun to try and get the rings onto Dildo-Whore's cock. Sound fun?"
"Ooh, that sounds like a challenge," Sue exclaimed. "What shall we wager? A competition needs a prize. If I win, I get to play with him for the rest of the afternoon, and you can't interfere."
Wendy considered this for a moment before agreeing, "Deal. And if I win, not only do I get to continue having my way with my sub, but you'll also have to submit to me. After playing with him and Janette on my birthday, I've found that having both a male and female pet offers endless fun. As my guest, you can go first."
Sue gave a small bow and opened the box, pulling out three red rings, each about six inches across. She placed a small crop on the ground about ten feet from where I was suspended and asked, "What if he gets soft or moves?"
"Oh, don't you worry about his dick not satisfying us, I had him take a Cialis this morning. That and being abused will keep him hard as a rock I assure you. If he attempts to move in any way, then I suppose we'll have to whip his ass with my crop for every flinch. You got that dildo-whore?"
I nodded, "Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm"
I observed Sue putting her toes against the crop on the ground and aiming her ring at my midsection. She gave it a flick and it flew over to me and smacked hard against my erect manhood causing me to lurch backward and involuntarily yelp against my ball gag.
Wendy exclaimed, "Damn it sub, you can't even get the first one without breaking my rules." She picked up the crop from the ground and came over to me, "Turn around, that's a few good welts on your ass for not following instructions."
I turned slowly my feet being held wide apart by the spreader bar. I could only use the tips of my toes and twist my torso until I was facing away from the lovely ladies. Before I could prepare myself I heard a "Swish" and a bolt of pain lashed across my ass. I screamed against the ball-gag and trembled held upright by the ropes fastened to the pergola. Before I could regain any composure Wendy hit me twice more in succession. I couldn't think, only feel the pain across my backside and lurched so hard that I felt my ass tense up squeezing the butt plug out and I heard it land with a metallic ring on the porch.
"Damn it, Jeremy, what have you done now? Do you dare insult your mistress by not keeping my plug inside your butt? Is your asshole so hungry you desire my strap-on so soon? I'm sure one of us will ream you hard at some point. For now, you're ruining our game, so keep that ass filled." I heard her kneel behind me, pick up the plug, and ask, "Sue, can you give me a hand and spread his cheeks for me?"
Sue agreed and came over. I felt like a piece of meat, hanging there as she unceremoniously put a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spread them wide. Wendy took the plug and positioning the tip against my sphincter pressed it hard until it popped in causing me to take a sharp breath with the sudden invasive presence. I was now feeling fully stuffed again.
Wendy said, "Thanks Sue, now it's my turn. Let's hope he can follow instructions better this time so our little competition doesn't take all afternoon. Dildo-whore, face us again, and do try to follow instructions this time."
After I tip-toe shuffled back to face them Wendy took up her blue ring and aimed it at my manhood sticking straight out and let fly. It zoomed across the porch and this time hit me in the stomach, falling to the floor.
"Damn it, I need more practice," Wendy said, a hint of frustration in her voice.
Sue picked up her second ring and commented, "I think we need less force and more finesse." She threw her ring with a gentle frisbee-like motion, sending it on a higher, slower arc toward me. It hit me in the chest but dropped down immediately afterward and encircled my cock. "Yes! That's how it's done!" yelled Sue pleased with herself.
Sue stepped aside, and Wendy took her place, positioning her toes against the crop. She tried to mimic Sue's technique but didn't throw with enough force, causing her ring to fall short. Sue nudged her out of the way with a grin, saying, "I've got this now, Wen. I'm looking forward to playing with Jeremy."
Sue grabbed her third ring and tossed it with a bit more confidence. This time, the ring hit my stomach, bounced off my erection without getting over it, and clattered to the ground. With a gleeful noise, Wendy prepared for her third attempt. She adjusted her strength perfectly, and the ring sailed through the air, landing precisely around my cock. Now, two rings were suspended from my manhood, pulling it down with their weight.
However, Wendy was right. Between the Cialis and the sexual excitement of being used by these two gorgeous women, it was standing tall making me feel proud.
"Lucky shot," commented Sue as she prepared for her fourth attempt. It sailed across the deck, hit my chest, and dropped down a perfect ringer around my erection. Wendy followed suit and also scored a point, now four of the rings were around my cock and I could feel the weight of them causing more than a little discomfort, the inner edges of the rings digging into the top of my dick.
Sue stepped up to the crop, aimed at my dick, and let the ring fly. It looked good but took a slight turn and didn't loop over my cock but fell to the floor. With a grunt of frustration, she stepped aside to give Wendy her turn. Just as she gave her ring a toss Sue gave a loud cough which started her and made her shot smack into my dick head-on. "MMMM", I yelped in pain.
"Damn it, Sue, that wasn't fair," Wendy complained.
"Sorry, must be the pollen out here," Sue retorted with a grin. "Looks like we're all tied up... just like your sub over there." She giggled. "Next point wins." Taking extra care, Sue lined up her shot and delivered a flawless toss, perfectly looping the ring around my erect cock. "Yes! Take that, Wendy."
"I still have one throw left," Wendy replied, not ready to concede. "Don't celebrate just yet." She assessed her toss carefully but paused to glance at Sue, checking if she might have another coughing fit. Sue merely grinned and mimed zipping her lips. Wendy's throw was solid, but it struck my chest and flipped over, missing the mark.
"Damn it," Wendy exclaimed in frustration.
"Ha! I win, I win!" Sue crowed triumphantly. "I loved besting you in our college games, and victory still tastes as sweet." With a final smirk, she added, "I need to grab something from my car. I'll be right back. Don't let him go anywhere."
As Sue left the porch Wendy came up to me with a disgruntled look on her face. "Damn it dildo-whore. I HATE losing. You are going to pay for that, you should have flexed your cock to help me out." She reached out and took each of my nipples between her fingers and looking me directly in my eyes twisted them hard. I grunted against my ball gag as she tortured my nipples. "Until she gets back I'll at least have the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. Listen up, I don't have to like it, but I always honor my bets. You are to obey Sue's commands as if they came from me. You better not let me down, do you hear me?"
I nodded and grunted in the affirmative as she continued to twist my sensitive nipples staring deeply into my eyes to observe the pain she was inflicting.
"I'm back," Sue exclaimed as she reentered Wendy's back porch. "I think you are too nice to him, Wen. You always leave his dick free and play with it all the time. I think you need to keep it locked away and have him earn a release only after his balls get big and blue. I've found men are much more compliant when you lock away their dicks, this way they can't masturbate when they want a release but have to please you to get one. However, it's important to make sure you understand that other than just being dominant and controlling his orgasms, you must keep him interested, horny, and motivated via frequent teasing and edging. Otherwise, instead of having a devoted and eager-to-please sub, you'll get a frustrated and grumpy one."
Wendy watched intently, clearly fascinated by Sue's approach. I was surprised, to say the least, that this concept hadn't occurred to her before. Sue then produced a black metal cage, only a few inches long and slightly curved. It featured a series of concentric rings along its length, converging to form a closed end. A small lock secured a metal ring to the rear of the cage.
Sue unlocked the device, detached the ring from the cage, and approached me. Glancing down at the rings hanging from my cock, she said, "Dear, this will be a lot harder if you don't stay hard."
She reached down and took the rings off my dick and I tried to make it go soft, but with all this attention, plus being helped upright by the ropes around my wrists and being plugged and gagged, I didn't think it was going to happen anytime soon. Also, all this dirty talk about my dick wasn't helping. Sue went over and retrieved the crop. Coming back to me she raised it slightly and hit my cock right on the tip with the crop. It hurt like hell and the only thing that kept me from collapsing to the floor was the ropes holding me attached to Wendy's pergola.
"That did the trick," Sue sounded pleased and I could see the pain and shock had made me flaccid. She took the ring and pushed my right testicle through it. Folding my penis she then fed it through the ring as well although it was a tight fit. Once it went through, she took up my left ball and tried to push it through the ring as well. It didn't want to fit at first, and it felt weird as she manhandled it (I guess woman-handled it would be more accurate). My sensitive ball finally popped through, so now the ring was around my cock and balls, all the way against my body. She wiggled and turned it until a metal post stuck out at the top.
Taking up the cage she tried to fit the head of my dick into it but with all the attention, it had grown stiff yet again. "Oh sure, the one time I wish I didn't get hard," I thought. Sue pressed harder but my cock was unrelentingly erect now and I feared she was going to hit it again, but she had other ideas. "Wendy, your sub isn't cooperating at all. Do you have some frozen vegetables in your freezer? That or just a bunch of ice cubes will work."
"I'll go check," She replied and went inside. Sue leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Oh Jeremy if you were my sub, you'd be under my lock and key all year long with only supervised orgasms." That sent a shiver through my spine.
Wendy said from the doorway, "Will this work?"
Sue looked over and I could see my Mistress holding a bag of frozen peas. "Perfect," she replied. "I've never known a man that will stay hard when his cock is frozen." This last statement made me nervous as Sue took the bag of peas and put it around my erection. "Damn that's cold," I thought. She mercilessly kept it there wrapping it around my cock and in just a minute I could feel my hardness dissipate as the numbness spread through my flesh.
Removing the bag of frozen peas, Sue was satisfied to find that my cock still had the ring around the base but was now soft. She took the head and placed it into the opening in the cock cage and pushed it inside. Holding the base of my cock, she turned the cage back and forth while pushing it over my dick until it was up against the base where the center post of the ring went through the metal cage to poke out the other side. Two little tabs anchored the cage in place. Sue produced a small black lock and putting the shackle through the hole in the metal post locked it. She turned it upright and giggled, "See Wendy, it's TSA-approved. If we ever lose the key we could just bring Jeremy to the airport and let them unlock him."
She continued facing me now, "The cage is a symbol and reinforcement of your servitude and submission. Just accept it as a gift and wear it with pride. So, what do you think, Wen?"
Wendy moved up to me and sized me up. She trailed her hand down my chest to grip the tiny metal cage that was keeping my cock encased. With a smile she gave it a shake then reached behind my head to unfasten the ball gag. When it was free she kissed me and asked, "Does your poor cock like its new home?"
I couldn't tell if she would be more pleased if I said "yes" but I answered honestly, "It doesn't hurt, but I can feel my dick straining, trying to get erect, and that's uncomfortable," I said, "It's causing some expansion difficulties."
Sue went around me and pressed her front against my back. Reaching around she took both my nipples and began to play with them while leaning in and nibbling my earlobe. "How about now?"
I was becoming aware of how much pressure my penis was giving on the cage right now. The muscles in my cock were straining to get me hard, but the metal of the cage was keeping me small and bent downward. I groaned and leaned my head back. Trapped between these two sexy ladies was incredibly intense, and the complete ache in every nerve cell in my cock was maddening. Sue leaned around me, "That's what I thought, Wendy, go back and sit down. I want you to observe how I control my men."
Wendy nodded; unhappy with losing the bet and her control, but went to the chaise lounge and settled in to watch us. Sue came around to my front and reaching down the bodice of her sundress lifted a chain. She presented it to Wendy and me saying, "And this is the only key to the lock and I will wear it around my neck as your key holder. I feel so empowered when I go out when my man is caged. Having people ask about the key around my neck is thrilling. Would you like that Jeremy?"
I swallowed, "No, that would be terribly embarrassing."
"Well, that's the whole point. Also, it further solidifies the fact that you don't own your cock now, it belongs to me. Not only do I get to say when, where, and most importantly, how you can cum but even your erections are controlled by me." She stroked my face with her fingertips, "I bet your little cock is already straining, trying to get hard. I bet it's sending signals to your brain driving out all other thoughts."
She was right, with all these sensations my caged cock was straining so much that it was being pushed away from my body. All I wanted to do was to take the damn cage off and feel my dick able to get hard. Pulling and gently twisting my right nipple Sue continued, "See Wendy, you like to use punishment to control your subs. I like to use their bodies against them. What would you do Jeremy to get me to use my key to unlock your dick?"
I was having a hard time maintaining my composure, my cock the only thing I could think of, "Anything Miss Sue. My cock is straining, it's killing me, just tell me what to do so you'll set it free."
"For Pete's sake, it's only been on for ten minutes. Imagine how you'll feel after two weeks of not being able to cum, two weeks of serving me, tending to my needs. Waking up in the middle of the night when your dick tries to get hard. You'd go down on me twice daily, all the while unable to give yourself a release until I decided it. And if you were not compliant enough, instead of unlocking you I'd use a wand to reach into your butt to massage your prostate. I'd put you on all fours and milk the cum out of you."
Wendy spoke up, "Now that does sound like fun."
"I thought that would perk you up, Wen. I remember your anal fixation. Just imagine his cock, useless in its steel cage. You can put him on all fours and milk him when his balls get too full. A little prostrate massage with your strap-on and he'll leak cum without getting the release he so desires. Speaking of your strap-on, that gives me an idea. Could you go get it for me?"
Wendy nodded and left the porch again. Sue turned around and put her rear up against my caged dick. Lifting her sundress revealed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She leaned over rubbing her pussy against me, "Oh, Jeremy. Do you like this view? Wouldn't you like to have your dick free so you could put it inside my wet box? It's all wet and ready!"
Her gyrations were driving me wild with lust and my throbbing manhood was driving me mad. I pushed the cage against her which only made it worse as I was so close, but her pussy was unattainable. She looked back to gaze into my lust-filled eyes, "So, what's more of a torment, Wendy's crop or my cage?"
"I don't know. They're both horrible in their own ways. I can feel myself slipping into sub-space, my mind is fuzzy and only thoughts of your pussy filling it and the desire for my dick to be allowed to get hard." Sue continued to grind against me driving me crazy with desire until I spied my Mistress returning from her house with her strap-on in her hand. She smiled and watched my obvious distress as Sue was grinding her naked backside against me.
Wendy sat down saying, "I didn't know you were that into fucking your men with strap-ons, Sue. I thought that was more of my kink."
Sue straightened up and glided over to Wendy, who was elegantly lounging on the chaise. "You're right, Wendy. While I do enjoy a bit of pegging now and then, today I have something much more exciting in mind," she said with a sultry smile. She reached down, her fingers brushing against Wendy's, as she took the purple toy and harness from her grasp. The delicate touch and the way she handled the items hinted at the anticipation building. She held it up and loosened the straps while evaluating the size of the dildo. "This should do nicely," she appraised and glided over to me. "Raise your leg, dildo-whore," she commanded after bending down and unfastening my ankle cuffs from the spreader bar.
Perplexed, I complied as Sue positioned the waist strap and one of the leg straps over my foot. She guided the strap up my leg with a firm yet gentle touch, then tapped my other leg, signaling me to lift it. I balanced on one leg as she expertly secured the strap around my other foot. With a deliberate motion, she adjusted the contraption, drawing it up to encircle my waist. Each movement was deliberate and precise, her touch both commanding and intimate
I've often seen Wendy put on her strap-on, but that was before she would sodomize me. It felt weird as Sue fitted it in place and began tightening the straps first around my waist, then each thigh in turn. She positioned the fake cock just above my caged one and looking down it appeared like I had a very big, erect, (but purple) cock sticking straight out from my pubic region. However, I could feel my flesh and blood cock still tightly encased by the metal cage.
"Well, that's not what I expected," remarked my Domme.
Sue glanced back at Wendy with a teasing smile. "I'm surprised I still have a few tricks to teach you, Wen. I plan to enjoy every moment while controlling Jeremy. After all, I did win the prize."
She strode over to the rope, her movements fluid and purposeful, and untied it from the hook. "Hands down," she commanded. As I complied, she swiftly unfastened my cuffs from the rope. Before I could fully savor the brief sense of freedom, she expertly reattached them behind my back, the cold metal pressing against my skin. The sudden restriction heightened the anticipation, adding a sharp edge to the moment.
Sue reached down, grabbed the dildo pulling it leading me across the porch to the screen door to Wendy's kitchen. I shuffled behind her as she continued through the kitchen into her living room. Once there she went to the sofa and lay back on the lounge part of it with her butt on the edge leaning back. Hiking up the hem of her sundress she directed, "Jeremy, kneel and use that fat dildo on me. Your pathetic cock is useless locked up and wouldn't please me anyway, so you can just fuck me with that big dildo and count yourself lucky to be of service."
I quickly realized what I was supposed to do and moved up until I was standing between her spread legs. I awkwardly dropped to my knees on the floor making the head of the strap-on just about the right height. I only needed to adjust my knees slightly and try to shuffle forward. Sue, impatient at my lack of progress, sighed and grabbed the head of the dildo, "Damn it, Jeremy, you're too damn slow." She positioned the purple dildo up against her pussy. She had it shaved mostly bare, with only a little red landing strip of hair in the middle. Pulling me she stuck it between her legs pulling me forward. Seeing it enter her womanhood and not feel a thing myself was rather strange.
Sue directed me, "Now fuck me hard," as she leaned back across the sofa. I began to move my hips to slowly push the dildo into Sue, watching it enter her engorged pussy. It was very thick and long and I could see her labia spread wide as it slowly filled her up. She gave a contented sigh as it fully entered her womanhood until I could feel my cage pressing against her rear. I then pulled it out letting her savor every millimeter of its long shaft. I pulled back until just the tip was resting against her swollen lips, I could see her pussy juices coating the dildo, she had gotten excited locking up and controlling my manhood.
I began to gyrate my hips back and forth fucking Sue with the strap-on. Seeing her being impaled was getting me turned on, but all that did was give me more expansion issues as my dick was unable to grow any locked in its unyielding cage. I could feel my muscles tremble and strain giving me the strangest sensations. Sue was now stretching cat-like on the sofa enjoying her domination over me and the strap-on inside her.
I glanced over to see Wendy had entered the room, her gaze fixed on me and Sue. Her expression was a complex mix of frustration and intrigue. Though clearly displeased about losing the bet and relinquishing control, there was an undeniable glimmer of her Dark Goddess persona in the way she watched. Despite the circumstances, she seemed to take a perverse pleasure in witnessing my submission, even if it was under Sue's command rather than her own.
"Fuck her harder, dildo whore," she commanded. "She gave you an order; don't make me look bad by having my sub not following instructions properly."
I tried to comply, but with my hands being locked behind my back I wasn't able to fuck her very well. She was moaning every time the dildo pushed deeply into her cunt so I figured she would still be pleased with my performance. Wendy walked over and, gripping my face between her hands, turned me to face her. She leaned in and kissed me fiercely, her lips demanding and rough. Pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, she asked with a provocative smirk, "How does it feel, Jeremy? Do you like wearing my strap-on?"
"No mistress. It's not the same. It would be so much better if I could feel my cock in her, my dick is straining to get hard it's driving me crazy." The feeling of my cock trying so hard to grow, to stretch and swell was impeded. It was confined in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to my swollen balls by a hinged stainless steel ring, and secured with a small brass padlock, which was, of course, securely locked.
"You know," Wendy said, her voice carrying a playful edge, "I might just get you a cage to wear when we're together. As Sue mentioned, it seems like an excellent way to manage your male urges. Plus, I won't have to worry about you leaving the toilet seat up anymore, will I?" As she spoke, Wendy slid behind me, her tone suggesting a mix of amusement and anticipation. She knelt and pushed her hips against mine and began to thrust in time with my fucking Sue. "Maybe I could find a remote-controlled lock and keep you caged when you're back in Florida. I could ensure you didn't play with your dick without my supervision."
I thought that sounded like the worst plan possible so I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to have my dick locked up full-time. Even this short time was slowly driving me crazy.
With Wendy thrusting her hips against my ass, we were able to pound Sue with the strap-on faster and harder than I could on my own. She was writhing on the couch now with a big smile on her face. Little gasps of pleasure signaled that we were doing well. I wasn't thinking about consistency or techniques though; I let Wendy set the pace. Her long dildo kept fucking her friend.
After a while, Sue looked up at us and stated, "That is feeling awesome you two. I need something else to get me off though." She slid out from under us and I could see all her fluid glistening on the strap-on. Standing up, she grabbed my collar, raising me to my feet. She planted a sloppy kiss on my lips saying, "Come over here, you studly sub, time for momma to take charge." She pulled me over to the center of the living room by my neck. "Down!" she ordered and pulled me to my knees. She pulled my head to her chest as she leaned over and put her right nipple against my mouth. I sucked it in and tickled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue. I felt her hands on the back of my head and her fingers gripped my hair. I was in heaven, being smothered by her succulent breast. I could feel her nipple grow and get hard in my mouth.
Suddenly she yanked my head backwards and forced me prone on the floor. Rolling me onto my back she straddled my hips. I could see her dripping pussy as it lowered down onto the tip of the strap-on. Forcing herself down she moaned loudly as she threw her head, her auburn hair tossed back. She began to ride the dildo, up and down. I could see her lips grip the strap-on as it went deep into her core.
"Wendy, you should get a dildo gag for your sub. That way we could both ride him. Imagine how hot that would be."
"That's not a half-bad idea, Sue. But for now, I think his mouth will do me fine, he has a talented tongue. Do you mind if I make use of your prize as well?" Wendy replied stepping out of her underwear. Sue nodded in the affirmative. My Mistress straddled my head facing Sue and lowered herself until she planted her cunt right over my mouth. I knew what to do and began to eat her out. I suppose you can't call it "going down" on her as she was above me. It was not an easy task as I was flat on my back with my hands still cuffed behind me. My back was going to pay for it later, but it was worth it being able to pleasure two such hot dommes.
Both women were riding me like kids at a carnival, and making sharp squealing noises. I had to fight to tongue my mistress' clit without being asphyxiated at the same time. I guess if I had to go, this would be the way I'd want it though. I couldn't see it, but I felt Sue pick up the pace as she was fucking herself with the strap-on. My caged cock was flopping up and down in time with her pouncing on me like Tigger pounces on Pooh.
"Oh, I'm getting close, so close, almost there!" growled Sue.
I felt her tremble over my hips. Upon hearing that, Wendy leaned over and grabbed both of Sue's nipples. Pinching them sent Sue over the edge and she came hard. I heard her voice a loud moan as she jammed herself as far down on the dildo as she could, her thighs quivering. Wendy raised herself to her knees allowing me to see Sue, her face scrunched up in orgasmic bliss, Wendy's hands still on her firm breasts.
Her face was all scrunched up and all I heard was her deep breaths, Sue suddenly opened her eyes wide and began thrusting her hips back and forth with wild abandon. Her eyes wild, Sue began to shriek, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes...."
Wendy asked, "Really... again? Fuck I wish I could have multiple orgasms. Come here then." She pulled Sue to her and kissed her hard all the while fiercely twisting her nipples. Sue stiffened up as she came a second time, leaning against Wendy. She had sweat glistening on her firm body as she pulled one labored breath after another. She then collapsed against Wendy, trembling.
Slowly her mind unclouded from her climax and her whole body shook and said, "Wow, that was a great orgasm. A two for one even."
Wendy chuckled, her voice laced with a playful edge. "Yeah, I hate you for that," she said with a grin. "How about we head back outside, relax, and finish our drinks?"
Sue cast a curious glance over. "Don't you want to cum too?"
Wendy's smirk widened. "Oh, don't worry. I've already had one orgasm today and plan to have many more later. I'm not planning on letting Jeremy loose anytime soon." She punctuated her words with a light kick to my ribs. "Mind handing me the key? I'm considering keeping that dick of his locked up and having him service me until he heads back to Florida. If he performs well, I might consider unlocking him before he goes."
As they stood and made their way to the back porch, Sue swaying slightly with each step, I watched them leave, a mix of lust and anticipation still within me. I couldn't help but feel fortunate to be involved with two such captivating women. With that thought lingering, I found myself eagerly awaiting what the evening would bring. My poor dick throbbed in its metal cage reminding me of my predicament. I sure hoped Wendy would unlock me soon.
($\bullet$)=uitably, I found myself admiring Sue's physique as she appraised my own, a mix of curiosity and amusement in her gaze.
($\bullet$)=during our conversation, Sue couldn't help but comment on the erotic potential of the cock cage, suggesting a three-way competition with Wendy to see who could best serve her "dildo-whore."
($\bullet$)=However, I remained obedient and submissive, aware that I was merely an object of entertainment in the BDSM-laced world of feminine dominance ruled by Wendy and Sue, the enchanting dominatrix and her equally enticing partner.
($\bullet$)=As Wendy and Sue discussed their dominatrix adventures, they pointed out that in some instances, they've used strap-ons and dildos to teach their submissives the importance of pleasing their mistresses, adding that it was time for me to learn from the best.
($\bullet$)=Caught between their cunning and allure, I knew it was pointless to resist their will, acknowledging that I was merely a pawn in their devious game of bondage, domination, submission, and sadomasochism.