Mistress Has A Plan

Shortly after I arrive at work, my cell phone announces a text message, so I reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone, then my confined cock does a wild little bounce as I see the message is from my Mistress. Amazing, I think, how She can elicit a response without even being present. Then I amend that thought. She is always present in the recesses of my mind. The message instructs me to meet Mistress in the playroom immediately after work. That makes my cock bounce again. I text her back, "Yes, Mistress." I know better than not answering her messages. I absentmindedly rub my backside.

Work suddenly becomes a nuisance, an annoyance, and extremely frustrating and I know it is going to be an excruciatingly long day. All I want to do is get home to my Mistress. I can't possibly know what She has planned. She is devious. She is creative. She keeps me on edge and all I can do now is try to keep my cock under some semblance of control as it is twitching madly. I glance around to make sure none of my co-workers can see, and place my hand over my crotch. The metal cage is a constant reminder that my cock no longer belongs to me. It belongs to Mistress. It is Her toy, just as I am Her plaything. My balls are already beginning to ache as my cock strains against the confines.

After a long nervous day at work, as I struggle to stay away from coworkers because my cock refuses to settle down and behave since I keep having intrusive thoughts—what is in store for me at home? Just what has Mistress planned this time? All I know is I am aching and will be aching and am looking forward to it! At last, I am able phone Her and tell Her I am on my way.

She whispers in my ear, "Good pet. Drive safe." My cock twitches.

I head home and my thoughts are running rampant. What, I wonder, am I in store for? Will She use toys? Will there be others present? The last time She had me stripe naked before her on the patio and then tied to the tree in the back garden in full view of any passersby as she fucked my pussy and let me fuck hers. At the time, a couple had stood there and watched while Mistress used me hard and satisfyingly. I found I didn't care an iota.

Before I realize it, I'm home and as I get out of the car, I'm aghast to realize there's a damp spot spreading across my crotch. Already, my cock is excited and dribbling. And I have yet to walk through the front door!

When I enter the house, I can hear a murmur of voices coming from the back playroom. Oh God! There are others here to witness the way my Mistress and Goddess uses me. I have given up trying to control my cock. I have no control of it. Mistress causes it's reactions. Even if I'm just thinking of her.

I enter the playroom to find her sitting on her throne, two fit, males are kneeling at her feet. She is talking to a woman I recognize as one of Her Domme friends. When Mistress notices my entrance she murmurs something to the men and they rise gracefully to their feet and move to flank me. They are wearing cock cages as well, and I have a short moment of relief as I think I am not going to have take cock for her.

At Her nod, they escort me to stand in front of her and to my shock and horror, they begin to remove my clothing. I feel the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck as the one on my right reaches for my belt and zipper. To my horror and excitement, my cock is throbbing and bouncing like Mexican jumping beans on a hot griddle. I know better than to protest, and I endure their dis-robement of me. After I am stripped naked except for my cage, and Mistress has yet to address me, I've become a quivering mass of nerves and full of anticipation.

Then Mistress stands up and I gaze at her longingly. She walks over to me, extends her hand, then moves slowly around me. Her hand in constant motion, touching my shoulder, my chest. She tweaks my nipples and my cock responding instantly. I moan, my knees feeling week, and then, oh my God. She starts to fondle my balls. The way her nails graze along them makes my cock quiver uncontrollably and I bite my tongue to keep myself from begging her to let me out of my cage.

Her friend joins her in caressing my body and I am lost in the sensation of hands everywhere on me. I'm barely cognizant of being grateful she hadn't allowed the men to fondle me as well although I am aware they are watching Mistress and her friend and seeing how I can't help but react to their touch.

Just when I think my senses can't take anymore, Mistress and friend stop their sensual touching of me. I stand there shivering, missing their touch and wondering what, if anything is next.

The two men walk to corner and bring back the low vaulting horse. Oh God, I think, I'm going to be spanked! When the horse is placed in front of me, Mistress instructs me lean over it and I resign myself to a spanking. Once I lean over, I find my hands being tied the bolts on the other side by one of the men and my feet spread and secured to the legs on my side. My mind is spinning and I try to think of why Mistress would choose to humiliate me in such a way.

"See how compliant my pet is?" She asks her audience. I feel a slap on my left ass cheek. The sting short lived as her hand slow soothes the reddening flesh. I moan at her touch.

Her two studs are positioned on either side of the horse and I can see their caged cocks in my peripheral vision. I can tell they are sexually excited too and can only only hope they yearn for a piece of the action and not a piece of me. Then I feel my ass cheeks beings spread and something cold and wet oozing along the crack. Oh my God I think, but before I can form another thought I feel something pushing against my man pussy. I try to look over my shoulder and I can see it is Mistress back there and not her friend.

"Miss--” I start to stutter and then gasp as I feel increased pressure and then a "pop" as something enters my pussy.

"That's not a very big dildo,” her friend comments.

My Mistress chuckles. "No it's not," she says as I feel it moving in and out in slow motion. I groan as I become accustom to the size and feel of it. "I want to tease this pet," She says. "His prostate will be aching as much as his cock and balls by the time I'm finished with him."

Completely by their own volition, my hips move with Mistress's thrusts. I push back as I try to take the dildo deeper. My moans and grunts filling the air.

"He certainly has learned to love having a cock of sorts in his pussy," says the friend and I feel deep color flood my neck as I have to agree. I do love it. I want more. I want faster and deeper and thicker and longer. A loud animalistic groan is torn involuntarily from me as Mistress teases what I assume must be my prostate as the sensation makes me want to thrust hard and it feels like I could almost cum.

I can feel the streaming precum running down my legs and from the corners of my eyes, I can see the studs are also dripping precum.

Mistress twists and twirls the dildo in my pussy and I find it harder and harder think. All I can do now is feel..the way my cock throbs and bounces about. How my balls are tight and full and aching. How my pussy is being stretched, pounded, and filling me sensations I want to experience forever. I don't want Her to stop. I want to squeeze my pussy around the dildo. I want to feel the way the tip of it teases my prostate. I want to cum so fucking bad I am thrusting as hard as I can within the confines of my restraints.

"Oh!" Her friend exclaims, "this pet is lost to you!" and I think...fuck yes, I am. My breath comes in gasps between the grunts if I wasn't bent over the horse I would have collapsed long before now. I hear a strange sound, and realize it's me—whimpering like a baby My need to cum is nearly making me insane, but Mistress knows how to keep edging my pussy and I am no longer sure how long I can continue like this and then. She stops. I can feel the dildo inside me. I feel the way my pussy contracts around the hard, unyielding thing. I can feel my cock straining against the unyielding metal, I can smell my precum. I can hear my blood coursing through my veins. I can hear my breath coming in spurts. From far away, I can hear Mistress telling me what a good pet I am, how she is pleased. I can feel her hand rubbing my back and ass cheeks. And vaguely I smile and think she can do this to me again and again and again.

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