Chores and Penalties

Earlier this week my Keyholder took the kids out for a few hours, and assigned me the task of writing a fantasy. If you want a detailed account behind the story, and what she ended up doing with it, take a look at my posts in The Journey Form. It’s Friday night, and my wife is out with her friends having fun. I’ve been left with a strict set of instructions: get the kids to bed, put on the outfit she’s assembled for me which was left out on the bed, and wait patiently for her return. The kids and I pass the time while I daydream about what this evening’s events will entail; the feel of my permanently swollen inadequate cock straining against its cage allows me to think about little else. After 15 days without cumming, and with my cock only twice being let out of its cage for teasing, my balls ache so terribly I can barely sit down. It’s a constant battle in my mind between praying she will allow me to cum, and at the same time wishing she’d continue to tease and deny me forever, never letting me out from under her control. I glance up at the clock and realize it’s time to take the kids upstairs; we go through their normal bedtime routine—potty, books, hugs, kisses, etc.—and before I know it, they’re off to sleep. “You’ve got 15 minutes to send me a picture of you dressed in the outfit I left for you slut. DON’T BE LATE, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT!” Fifteen minutes? I haven’t even been up to the bedroom yet; I swear she sets these deadlines knowing I can’t meet them. I quickly race upstairs and find the following on the bed: red 5-inch high heels, black large fishnet stockings with red tops, black lacy crotchless panties with red bows on the front and back, a black lacy bra, a red incredibly short and tight skirt with holes all over it leaving nothing to the imagination, a very large black butt plug, and an assortment of makeup. I glance at the clock……14 minutes. I immediately kneel down and apply a liberal amount of lube to the enormous butt plug. I begin to ease it into my ass while trying to move as quickly as possible. I know I’m on a time limit, but the thing is huge; it takes me four minutes just to work it all the way in. I notice a large drip of cum leaking from my cage and instinctually reach down to wipe it away, bringing my cum-covered finger to my mouth and licking it off, just like I’ve been trained. Look at the clock….10 minutes. From there, I quickly slip on the bra and panties, carefully brining my cage through the opening of the underwear. Time for the fishnets; I always have trouble with these. Mistress insists the seams be straight, and I’ve taken far too many spankings to do it any other way. I finally get them straight but look over at the clock and realize it’s taken me 6 minutes to do so, leaving only 4 minutes left. I hear the familiar sound of an incoming text message: “Four minutes left whore, if I don’t get the picture in time, I’ll be sharing it with all my friends.” “Could she be serious”, I thought. No matter now; I need to get done on time. I quickly pulled the dress over my head and down as far as possible; it hugged my body tightly and was barely long enough to cover my ass. At this point, I realized I had never seen the red heels before; she must have bought me something new. As I step into them, I notice they have ankle straps and tiny locks just like the one on my cock cage. Pretty obvious what to do from here: I fasten the ankle straps and click the lockshut. Glance at the clock—one minute left—but I haven’t put my makeup on yet. Surely she won’t notice; I’ll just send the pic and apply it after, then I’ll make my deadline. I stand in front of our full-length mirror, quickly snap the picture with my phone and send it off with a few seconds to spare. Satisfied, I get to work on applying my makeup; the eyeliner and mascara go on quickly. Just as I begin to apply my fuck-me red lipstick (the only color Mistress allows), I hear the phone again: “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that your makeup isn’t done, you stupid slut? Not only are you late, but you lied to me. You know what I must do.” I felt my blood pressure drop as I read the message; would she really show the picture to her friends? Surely she wouldn’t risk the impact that could have on our lives, then again, she wasn’t one to make idle threats. With my lipstick applied, only one task remained: wait patiently for her return. Waiting patiently turned out to be the most difficult task of the night; how on earth could I wait patiently, wondering if there were five thirty-something women ten miles away at a bar laughing hysterically at the ridiculous picture I sent? Mistress? I tried to relax; maybe she just wanted me to know how serious she was, and that was it. I sat nervously on the bed for an hour before I heard the sound of my phone again: “Assume the position in front of the back door.” I carefully navigated the stairs in my hooker heels and made my way to the kitchen, kneeling as I had so many times before. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the back steps; I immediately averted my eyes and looked down at the floor. The door opened, making barely a sound, before I could even see anyone, I heard: “Here she is, just like I told you she’d be.” Before my confused mind could figure out who she may be talking to, I heard the sound of hysterical laughter. “I can’t believe it, she really is here!” My mind raced; is this really what it seems to be? Did she really bring a friend home from the bar with her? As the wheels turned in my mind, they came in and closed the door behind them. “Look up slut”, Mistress said. I paused; how could I look up and make eye contact with this woman? I felt a sharp slap across the face: “I said look up, you stupid whore!” Hearing the authority in her voice, I looked up slowly to see her friend Joan, whom I had met several times before, standing there with a red face and a huge smile, trying unsuccessfully to hold back her laughter. It became obvious at this point that they were both quite intoxicated. It seemed like a dream; how did I get here? Was this really happening? Mistress walked by me and opened a drawer, removing a wooden spoon. Knowing full well what was about to happen, I changed positions to my hands and knees; my head was now right at the feet of Joan. Just as my hands touched the cold floor, I felt the familiar sharp crack across my ass, followed by at least twenty more, each accompanied by a quiet yelp. “This is what you get when you don’t follow instructions slut; you’re so worthless.” “My friends and I had quite a laugh at your ridiculous picture, and Joan here was more intrigued than anyone; she needed to see it with her own eyes to believe it.” “Now that you’ve been corrected, Joan and I are going to go and sit in the living room; you may make each of us a drink and deliver it…..don’t take too long sweetheart.” With that, they both giggled and walked out of the kitchen. I slowly stood up, not knowing what to do with myself; how could she expose my secret to another person? There was nothing else to do; it wasn’t like I could run outside dressed like this, so I began to make two Jack and Cokes. Once the two drinks were made, I picked them up and carefully began to walk into the living room in my 5-inch heels, each step seeming to echo on the wood floor as I got closer. As I rounded the corner into the living room, I felt like my face was as red as the dress I was wearing. I slowly handed each of them their drinks and stepped back waiting for further instructions. “Chrissy, I know you told me it was small, but I have never seen a cock that tiny; I see why you keep it locked up, it’s not like it’s good for anything.” Hearing those words made my already raging cock strain against the cage; I could feel my balls being pulled away from my body by the base ring of the device. “She could never please a woman with that thing, so I keep him locked up at all times, you’d be amazed what it

“It’s for her attention span,” she added. “Tell your slut how long it has been since you last climaxed.” “Fifteen days, Mistress.” “I said tell her, you foolish woman.” “Fifteen days, Mistress Joan.” “Oh, I see that Mistress Chrissy has taught this dirty whore some manners after all.” To my surprise, while Joan was speaking, she reached out and slapped my aching balls sharply. The impact doubled me over slightly and bent my knees, but I straightened up again soon after.

“Do a little spin for her, slut,” Mistress Chrissy commanded. As I turned slowly with deliberate provocation, I felt someone reach out to nudge my butt plug, followed by a sultry moan from them. When I finished my turn and faced the women, keeping my eyes lowered, they spoke.

“I am very impressed, Mistress Chrissy,” Joan said. “She is exactly as you described in the bar. You should have told me about her sooner.”

“Now that you know, we can discuss her training constantly!” Mistress Chrissy replied with enthusiasm.

They sipped their drinks and were clearly becoming more intoxicated.

“You may go upstairs now, slut,” Mistress Chrissy said.

As I slowly made my way up the stairs to our bedroom, wondering again if this was truly happening, I cursed myself for not having the picture taken sooner; I had brought this upon myself. When I reached the room, I laid down on the bed, unsure what would happen next. Although I couldn’t hear their exact conversation downstairs, I heard plenty of laughter and the sound of more drinks being prepared. Then came the distinct noise of two sets of footsteps ascending the stairs. I immediately jumped up and assumed my position at the top step.

Looking down toward the floor, I saw two beautiful women round the corner wearing nothing but bras and panties. Once again, I felt that familiar sensation of my cock straining against its cage. They walked right past me as if I were invisible.

“I want to read this contract,” Mistress Joan declared. She sat on the bed while Mistress Chrissy handed her the document from a drawer in the nightstand.

“I see, there is some very interesting stuff here,” Joan noted. “Do you really make her eat her own cum?”

“Of course! I make her eat it!” Mistress Chrissy responded firmly. “My training is designed to turn her into the dirtiest little whore possible; all whores love the taste of cum!”

“I remember when he used to beg me years ago to let him come inside my mouth, and now I can hardly believe I ever even sucked that tiny little thing,” Joan said.

As they talked, I heard rustling under the bed where we keep our toys.

“Today’s lesson is going to be how to take two cocks at once; every slut needs to know how to service multiple dicks. This is the first step toward getting her ready for the gangbang we discussed at the bar tonight,” Mistress Chrissy explained to Joan.

“I had her wear the extra-large plug so that her pussy would remain nice and loose for us this evening.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched them help each other attach their strap-on cocks. Mistress Chrissy was wearing her all-too-familiar 8-inch black dick, but Mistress Joan wore something new to me.

“I’ve been teasing our slut all week about expecting a new and exciting delivery in the mail,” Mistress Chrissy told Joan as they both laughed loudly. “I bet she never thought it would be a 10-inch black cock.”

My eyes widened as I watched the two beautiful cocks swing from their hips.

“She is only allowed to take black cocks, no tiny, insignificant white dicks like the one she currently has,” Mistress Chrissy added.

“Hands and knees, slut!”

Before Joan could finish speaking, my hands were already on the carpet. Mistress Chrissy took her familiar place behind me. I felt my dress slide up just enough for my crotchless panties to spread open. Then came a tug on my plug. Before I could fully enjoy that feeling, Mistress Joan’s gigantic black dick slapped across my face.

“You like that shit, don’t you whore!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly.

“Tell me what I want to hear, slut; tell me what you like!”, she yelled. The cock came against my other cheek even harder this time. “I love when you slap me with your huge cock, Mistress.”

Just as I finished speaking, the large head of Mistress Chrissy’s cock entered me without warning. In no time at all, she was balls-deep in my pussy; the butt plug had done its job, and I was ready for more cock.

I immediately began to moan and beg for dick just as Mistress Chrissy had taught me so many times before. But I couldn’t get enough out of her mouth before Mistress Joan shoved her monster cock deep down my throat, though it would look like hardly any of the stick was inside from an observer’s perspective.

Things quickly got rough. Mistress Chrissy’s black dick was ripping open my pussy, and I could feel tears forming on my cheeks as Mistress Joan gagged me repeatedly with her 10-inch monster.

“That’s it, you whore! You know you like taking two cocks at once!”, they screamed obscenities at me; I could barely make them out over the noise.

Every few minutes, Mistress Joan pulled her cock out. Instinctively, I stuck my tongue out like a porn star so she could slap her dick against it. Meanwhile, Mistress Chrissy did not pull hers back out; instead, she buried it up to the hilt with each stroke, pulling it all the way out to the head every time so that I felt every vein.

Mistress Joan pulled out again this time, placing a hand under my chin and lifting it so I looked straight at her. “Look at you, you filthy dirty cock whore! You have tear marks down your cheeks from your mascara and eyeliner, and your fuck-me red lipstick is smeared all over your face. Tell me you love it!”

Mistress Chrissy was laughing hysterically as I gave her what she asked for.

“I love taking two huge black dicks, Mistress! I love when you treat me like the filthy slut that I am. Fuck me, choke me, slap me—I will take cock in any way I can get it, Mistress. I am a complete cock whore and cannot get enough of it.”

“That was quite a speech,” said Mistress Chrissy. “I think you have earned a reward.”

With that, she removed the ever-present key from its rightful place around her neck and handed it to Joan.

Mistress Joan waved the key back and forth in front of my face while Mistress Chrissy continued to relentlessly punish my filthy cunt with her huge black dick. They had been fucking me non-stop for over an hour. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the key; it was mesmerizing… intoxicating.

Before I knew it, she slid herself underneath me and fitted the key into the lock. My tiny cock was set free for only the third time in fifteen days as I shook with anticipation.

“Look how hard that tiny little thing is getting!”, Mistress Joan exclaimed.

She immediately grabbed my cock and began to stroke it vigorously. It was terribly sensitive, especially combined with Mistress Chrissy’s dick buried deep in my pussy; I felt ready to cum within forty-five seconds.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM MISTRESS! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!”, I screamed.

“You may cum, slut, but you must clean up your mess as always.”

“Yes Mistress! I will do anything you say, Mistress!”

Before the words had fully left my mouth, Joan lined my cock with hers and drenched all ten inches in fifteen days’ worth of built-up, sticky, hot semen.

The orgasm was earth-shattering. Fifteen days of waiting combined with an 8-inch black dick buried up to the balls in my cunt made me miss the last few convulsions before I felt Mistress Joan’s and Mistress Chrissy’s hands on the back of my head; I knew what came next, but I didn’t resist.

Though completely humiliated and embarrassed after cumming, I commenced licking and slurping every drop of hot, salty sperm off the 10-inch black dick. I was as filthy and slutty as possible, mixing it with spit and graphically swallowing it down while getting sticky cum all over my face. At the same time, Mistress Joan wiped up what spilled and fed it to me.

“Your cock is buried deep inside my pussy,” I said. Suddenly, the cock pulled out with a yelp as Mistress Chrissy exclaimed, “Put your cage back on and go to bed, you slut! And don’t even think about washing your face; you need to get used to having cum all over you.” Laughing together, they headed downstairs. I rose, secured my cage again, and lowered my skirt. Hearing the lock click shut always brings me such relief—a steady reminder of who holds power here. It took roughly an hour before sleep finally came, leaving me covered in warm, sticky cum on my face. By morning, it had all dried into a crust, with Mistress Chrissy still asleep beside me.

Not a bad story, got me hard. But, it would have been easier reading with more paragraph breaks, especially with the quoted conversations. Also needs more attention to details in spelling and grammar. Don't take these criticisms too harshly- I recently began reading an advance copy of a book written by a professional author and I am amazed by the number of errors in it.