Welcome back to the Dangerotic blog, Besties! Today we’ve got something entirely different, but oh so sexy. If you follow me on X (@dangerotica) you may have gotten a little sneak peak at this one. Kinda. See I have this very shameless crush on Emily Strauss (@Erotic_Author80), a very talented author specializing in femdom and bdsm erotica. Admittedly not usually my specific kink, but she is just constantly posting things that catch my attention and give me butterflies. A few weeks back she posted something that really got my juices flowing –Err, my creative juices. So I wrote an overly long post in response…which in turn caught her attention.
You know that feeling when your crush notices you?? Well, not only did she notice me, but she suggested we expand my little tweet rampage into an actual story…she wanted to write something with me! AAAAHHHHH!!
So, I played it totally cool, and said that “Y’know, that sounds like fun,” and here we are. So this is our story. We had so much fun writing it, and I’m just sure you all will have a lot of fun reading it…so without further preamble, let’s begin…
MISTRESS EMILY
What a wonderful start to a weekend, I think as I lie there panting while Sir withdraws from my now very satisfied pussy. The duvet is a mess, and the room is filled with the scent of hot, steamy, passionate sex. Our male sub, Ben, obediently kneels in the corner facing the wall, dressed in nothing other than a pink leather collar and matching micro chastity cage. He shares this duty with Jane, our other sub, and they take turns attending to our needs if we require anything through the night.
“Bring the wet wipes and clean us up,” I instruct as I light up a cigarette. The post coital light up the only one of the habit I’ve been unwilling to shake.
Diligently and without question, Ben does as he is told, freshening us up gently and thoroughly.
Looking thoughtfully at his retreating form, Sir turns to me and says, “remember last time, you asked Jane to do the same and she tutted?”
“Hmm mmm,” I reply, only half listening in my post orgasm, nicotine high bliss.
“You let that one get away with murder sometimes,” he chuckles as he pecks me on the cheek and exits the bed. “Ben, go and start breakfast,” he says as he makes his way to the bathroom.
Staring at the ceiling, I admit to myself he’s right, I am less firm with Jane despite her constant brattyness. A small pang of guilt hits me as Ben is nothing less than the perfect sub and hasn’t put a foot wrong in so long I can’t remember; I only ever punish him because it’s fun.
Jane on the other hand is the very definition of a brat. We must constantly correct her behavior and she has embarrassed us more than once in front of our friends. If I’m being honest, I enjoy the thrill of taming the brat and especially love it when Sir and I bring her into the bedroom as our little fuckdoll. Her skin is soft, her body tight and she gives the most exquisite oral to both of us. I adore her moans and whimpers as I overstimulate her clitoris with my Hitachi and Sir pumps either her pussy or throat for his own gratification. Oh, and the cries and thrashing as we use flogs, whips and canes on her bare ass and thighs, I think, feeling myself becoming aroused once again.
A thought crosses my mind and I check my phone calendar to find it’s been over fourteen months since Ben’s last orgasm. A mixture of shock and amusement washes over me as I realize the poor bastard must be really suffering while being such a good sub. Logic kicks in and I recognize I should probably reward him. But how to… A wicked smile forms on my face as the idea strikes me like a lightning bolt.
Jane has been particularly troublesome of late in direct contradiction to Ben’s exemplary behavior, so why not kill two birds with one stone. Their rivalry is no secret, they try to hide it but the atmosphere between them is undeniable. Sir once caught Jane teasing Ben by rubbing her naked pussy on his cage and making fun of his big, full balls. Sir had corrected her right there by putting her over his knee and delivering a prolonged spanking but the tit for tat continued, usually instigated by Jane.
As the idea fully fleshes itself out in my mind, the villainous smirk grows on my face. Oh yes, Jane, my little slut, you will get a lesson today and Ben will get his overdue reward, I think to myself.
Quickly I dress in a leather skirt with matching underwired leather crop top and six-inch stiletto thigh-high boots. Then I collect some cheap, slutty lingerie from my drawer and make my way to the garage where the subs spend their nights in large metal crates.
LADY JANE
I’m always excited when Mistress Emily comes to get me in the mornings. I’m so glad to be let out of my crate, it’s usually easy to be on my best behavior. Which means it’s easier for Mistress to indulge her soft spot for me.
This morning though, I’ll admit…I’m a little pouty.
Last night was Ben’s turn to serve Sir and Mistress overnight, and that’s fine but…then I could hear them having sex this morning. I don’t mean to be jealous, it’s not like it’s the first time or anything… but Sir had Mistress really screaming this morning! Every one of her outcries made my pussy tingle, even though I was locked down here in my crate.
But Ben got to be there and I can’t stand Ben! He’s always trying to show me up. Doing everything perfectly when Mistress tells him and always giving me those smug little looks when Her or Sir praises his obedience. They never see that of course, but he fucking does it! He really thinks he is Mistress’s favourite and I can’t stand that!
He probably is Sir’s favourite, even though I suck Sir’s dick so much better!
I know I can be a little bratty sometimes –but I don’t mean to be! It’s like I can’t help it. And you know what? I think Mistress kind of likes it, not that she’d ever admit it. I mean, I’m good most of the time…so I think She kind of enjoys when She gets to be more aggressive with me, make me listen, or punish me. It keeps things interesting. And that’s why I’m Mistress’s real favorite!
And that’s why she hasn’t let Ben orgasm in over a year. Loser.
But that’s why I’m already a little pouty when Mistress opens my crate this morning.
I crawl to kneel at her feet, as expected…but a little slower than she likes.
She makes me do my twerk exercises. “No point in having a fat ass like yours if you can’t shake it,” She says.
And I do love shaking it for Mistress, or Sir, but this morning I can’t quite muster my usual enthusiasm at first. This earns me a few stinging swats from the riding crop, but just enough to get me moving. Soon I’m bouncing and jiggling my naked tail just the way she likes.
“Looks like you’re loosened up,” Mistress says and swats me again.
I yelp and jump, that one was harder.
“Now kneel.”
I pout at Her, still rubbing my stung cheek. Until I see her grip tighten on the crop and I get into position quickly. She slips the crop under my chin, titling my face up and staring into my eyes.
Just Her glare is enough to make my heart race, make me wilt, make me weak.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I whimper.
She smirks and the crop lashes my bare left nipple! I squeal in pain and shiver as the sting melts through my whole chest.
Still staring into my eyes, Mistress strokes the crop over my right…no doubt savouring the way I tremble and brace my teeth in anticipation of another lash.
“Put these on,” she says instead, and drops a handful of lingerie in front of me.
“Oooo! What for?” I blurt and the crop lashes my other nipple.
I couldn’t help it! I was excited. Anytime Mistress dresses me, it’s because she has something special in mind…but obviously I should have known better and just done as I was told.
So I hurry now to get into the lingerie. It’s an open bra with black straps making a triangle to display my petite boobs. There’s a matching garter belt to hold up a pair of fishnet stockings. And a G-string so skimpy it barely covers my kitty, and sheer enough you can see every inch of me anyway.
I feel so slutty and pretty once I get it all on, and quickly kneel back at Mistress’s feet. I’m practically purring. If She’s putting me in something like this…She definitely has something special planned!
MISTRESS EMILY
Watching Jane hurriedly get into the lingerie has me holding back a smirk. It’s not uncommon for Sir and I to quickly become horny again after a particularly intense fuck, and we often bring her in to use her. Its adorable how excited she is, it’ll make the revelation of her task all the sweeter, and I nearly tell her to slow down lest she damage the garments in her rush.
“Come with me,” I command as I lead her out of the garage and through the kitchen. Ben is washing up and there is no sign of Sir, he’s probably gone for his morning run. “Ben, leave those and follow.”
I resist an urge to look back at Jane who must be growing confused as to why Ben would be coming with us. My magnificent heels click on the wooden floor as our little troop heads down the stairs to the basement which contains our dungeon. It’s a harsh, utilitarian space, with no windows, a bare concrete floor and neatly placed equipment strewn about. The walls too, are adorned with hundreds of implements designed to cause pain or pleasure, or both. But I won’t be needing any of these today.
“Jane, kneel there. Ben, stand there,” I instruct, pointing. They are about ten feet apart and after a moment’s pause, I approach Ben. I tower over him in my stilettos and slowly walking around him, flicking my gaze from one to the other, I say, “you have been ever so obedient lately, little Ben.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he blurts out.
“Let’s not ruin it by talking out of turn, shall we,” I chastise angrily while grabbing his cheeks and pulling firmly forward. I notice Jane look at the floor and a sly smirk for on her face as I release him and continue, my voice now level and intimidating as usual, “and it’s been a very long time since your last orgasm.” Very subtly, he nods his head and I see the pained, raw expression in his features before I bend down and remove his chastity key from my ankle bracelet. “I think,” I say as I insert the key into the integrated lock, “you deserve,” a click as the mechanism releases, “a little reward”, I continue as his little cock tumbles out. “Would you like to know what your reward is?” I ask seductively as I slowly massage his balls.
“Ye… Yes, Mistress,” he stammers, pleasure already engulfing him.
“Her,” I say with a wicked smile as I turn my head to face her.
I see Jane’s back stiffen and her eyes go wide at the realisation. She must be in absolute shock, I muse, as for once there’s no smart-ass remark falling from her pretty mouth.
“She’s completely yours, do whatever you want to her. I only have one instruction: don’t cum too quickly, make it last, enjoy her,” I say as I continue to stare at her, savouring the look on her face. Then I walk over to Jane, grab a fistful of hair and pull sharply down. A yelp escapes her, and I see tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at me. “You need bringing down a peg or two and I’m going to enjoy watching this, you little slut. I wonder where he’ll choose to finish. I know you love to be pumped full of cum, or sprayed with it, but this will be Ben’s cum and not Sir’s,” I mock, emphasising her fellow subs name and finishing with a taunting laugh.
Turning to Ben once more, I notice that he’s already semi-erect and his body language screams at the desire to be let loose on this female. The lustful, predatory look in his eyes speaking volumes to his long-term denial. His swiftly hardening cock also reminds me that I’d forgotten he was quite well endowed and that it’ll be a struggle to get him back in that tiny cage later. I push this to one side though as I remember we have plenty of ice upstairs to assist.
Taking a detour to one of the drawers, I return to Ben and push a bottle of lube into his hand. “Remember, you can put it… anywhere.”
LADY JANE
I’m speechless.
She’s giving me to Ben?? She prettied me up as a reward for him…for that loser?
I look to Mistress pleadingly, this can’t be – but Her glare crushes me instantly. There’s no trace of the soft spot She usually shows me. This isn’t some misunderstanding. It’s not a joke.
If Ben and I were competing for her “affection” it’s suddenly clear that he won. Obedient, non-bratty, goody-two-shoes Ben is her favourite, and now I’m not even the competition…I’m the prize!
I’m completely his, by Mistress Emily’s own words. He gets to do whatever he wants to me…after a year of not being allowed to cum.
Whatever he wants to do to me…unleashing a year of pent-up lust from Mistress’s expert teasing and denial.
Whatever he wants to do to me…after a year of my taunting and teasing, of rubbing my pussy on his cage when Sir and Mistress weren’t watching, and laughing when his cock would get so painfully hard inside that little chastity cage.
I turn towards him, still pouting and now more than a little nervous.
His own glare crashes into me and I gulp. His cock is easily twice as big as I would have expected. I don’t even know how Mistress got it in that cage! And now it’s aimed right at me, hard and eager for revenge.
And the look in his eyes, scanning my body, his prize…like hungry tiger spotting its prey.
I glance towards Mistress once more, we both do as if seeking Her final confirmation. She looks into my eyes, reading my distress, my disappointment and disgust. Then she grins and says, “Don’t look at me, you belong to BEN now…” There’s ice in her tone and it makes me shiver, I hang my head. “…For now,” she adds, then looks to Ben, Her expression warming for her new favourite. “Well, go on…enjoy your little slut! …Before I get bored.”
“Yes Mistress!” Ben can barely contain his excitement. He stalks up to me, cups my chin and tilts my face up to his.
The smug look in his eyes, the triumphant grin on his face, twists apprehension through my belly. He thrusts his cock in my face and mumbles out, “Su-suck me…my dick…suck my dick.”
Mistress snickers.
Ben pulls my chin forward, guiding me to his cock. Fine.
This loser hasn’t cum in a year! There’s no way he’s ready for me! Especially not my mouth. No matter how bratty I’ve been Sir always tells me what a “phenomenal little cock-sucker” I am.
Mistress Emily taught me so well on her super-jumbo strap on.
I stick out my tongue and run it along the underside of his cock. It’s almost vibrating by the time I reach the tip…is this loser going to cum already?
Mistress wants to watch? I bet she’ll be disappointed when her new favourite can’t last 3 minutes with me! Hehe, Good!
Staring up at Ben with all the petulance I can muster, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him in deep. He groans right away, and I think his knees even wobble.
I could laugh…if my mouth wasn’t full of cock. He’s actually a really nice size, not as big as Sir obviously…but he fits just right in my mouth. Much as I hate to admit it.
I slide my lips down Ben’s shaft slowly, flicking my tongue around each ridge and vein until he’s coated in my spit. His hips tremble when I work my tongue around his base and hum gently. I cup his balls, massaging them as I start to bob my head back and forth.
He groans again and sort of rocks back on his heels. I lean forward on my knees, sucking quick and firm. I can feel his cock already twitching in my mouth, swelling a little more.
I’ve got him! This is almost too easy…
Then I get the first taste of his precum. It tingles across my tongue and I shiver, my nipples get instantly hard. I sit forward and start sucking a little harder.
Sub, rival, loser…as little as I think of Ben, he’s still a guy and his masculine taste suddenly gets a little more appealing. Almost, irresistible…in a way… I love sucking dick!
No reason not to let myself enjoy this, right? Short as it’ll last.
I can’t help but moan around Ben’s shaft. I suck even harder, bobbing my head faster and letting out wet little slurps. I even gag myself every few strokes, letting the cringe run down my torso and between my legs.
I absolutely do not imagine him fucking me…but I do savour the heat and hardness of his cock on my tongue, and the sharp and salty pangs of his precum in the back of my throat.
My face flushes with embarrassment as I grow even more eager on Ben’s dick. I’m drooling. Moaning and bobbing faster. Sucking tight and working his firm balls between my excited fingers.
Then my eyes flutter open to find him leering down at me, lustful and predatory…and not even close to cumming.
MISTRESS EMILY
I perch on one of the spanking benches as Ben approaches her and stammers out a pathetic order to suck his dick. I can’t help but let out a little laugh, the poor thing must be overwhelmed with excitement.
There is a change in Janes expression, and she suddenly gets to work on the cock. She’s a devious little slut, and its instantly obvious to me that she’s trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible. A small flash of anger washes over me as I see that it might actually work, Ben’s slightly shaking legs a testament to his rising pleasure. Luckily the moment passes, and Ben seems to regain some amount of control, no doubt remembering what I said about not cumming to soon.
Jane see’s it too and there’s a moment of indecisiveness before she re-doubles her efforts to extract the orgasm from him. Ben seems stuck in the moment, like a cat in headlights and I know he’ll lose the battle eventually as Jane is a very good cocksucker – I taught her myself, I think smugly. I’ll have to help him or this will be a disaster, with Jane strutting around, her bratty-ness no doubt reaching new heights.
I hop down and approach Jane from the back and suddenly notice her moans. I’ve heard her with Sir, and I know those are not fake. Some part of this little fuck-toy is actually enjoying this, she’ll hate herself for that, I think with a grin.
I reach down and place a couple of fingers between her legs. Sure enough, she’s extremely wet and the instinctive whimper at my touch only confirms she’s incredibly aroused.
Placing a hand atop her head, I say, “stop a minute, just hold it in your mouth.” Now to Ben I continue softly and warmly, “you are very, very good at doing as you’re told, and I know it’s odd having the freedom to do whatever you want, but don’t let her make a fool of you with a simple blowjob.” I look down and have to hold back a laugh as Jane simply kneels there with a cock in her mouth as I talk to Ben.
Grabbing two fistfuls of Jane’s hair, I push down and forward, causing her to go on to all fours. “Here, like this,” I say to Ben, taking his hands and putting them on her head. “Her mouth and throat are lined up now, ripe for fucking,” I say with a wicked smile. Squatting down on my haunches to Jane’s ear, I say softly, calmly, with all the inflection I can muster, “how do you think Sir is going to feel when he finds out you’ve been tarnished with a beta cock? I’m not sure he’s going to want to use you for a while. He’ll probably only think of Ben when he looks at you.” A wave of sadistic pleasure washes over me and I get a flush of heat in my own pussy as I watch her reaction. Her eyes becoming moist and darting side to side, and her breathing change at the realisation it’s true. I can tell she wants to beg and plead, but with a mouth full of cock, she can’t.
“Oh, and Ben, don’t worry about the mess from her mouth, she can clean it up later,” my back now to them as I return to the spanking bench.
Before I even make it, I hear the unmistakable ‘gluck gluck’ sounds as he starts to mercilessly thrust his engorged cock in and out of her face, in long, full strokes. Soon, long, thick strings of drool are hanging from her chin and every few strokes, Jane gags and retches heavily around the phallus as it pounds the soft tissue at the back of her throat. Her eyes are streaming, and I now wish I’d have put eye makeup on her so it could run all down her face and serve as a reminder of her humiliation.
LADY JANE
Gluck Gluck GLUCK!
The sound of me choking on Ben’s beta cock. Of my throat convulsing around his thick head, while spit and precum pours from my mouth. It strings and swings from my lips as he thrusts back and forth, all I can do is brace on my hands and knees, taking it.
Gluck gluck -ulk gluck ulk ulk UULCK!
The sound of him tarnishing me, ruining me for Sir.
To be honest, I wouldn’t have thought little Ben had this in him, but thanks to Mistress Emily’s instructions, of course, he’s now absolutely ravaging my face and throat.
GLUCK GLUCK GLUUUCKK!!!!
Ben’s grip on my head tightens, shoving his cock further and deeper with every stroke. My cheeks are burning with shame, although my chest and neck are hot and flushed with arousal…and my eyes are brimming with tears, both from gagging on his dick, as well as Mistress’s words: “How do you think Sir is going to feel when he finds out you’ve been tarnished with a beta cock?”
Ruined…I let out a sob just at the thought, but the distraught noise just blends in with my wet chokes and gags.
I worship Sir’s powerful cock, Ben’s pathetic member can’t even compare!
So why am I so turned on after just a few minutes having it in my mouth?
Sir and Mistress love to use me together, but He would never share a toy with a pathetic sub…so now that I’m being used by loser Ben why would Sir ever want to play with me again??
As my resentment simmers, there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. Mistress positioned me perfectly for Ben; on all fours with my mouth and throat opened as a helpless cock-sleeve for her new favourite.
And Ben is taking full advantage. Fingers clawing and coiling eagerly, until he’s got two fistfuls of my kinky brown hair, using them to yank my head back and forth. Rocking his hips against my flushed, helpless face, finally putting me in my place -UULGH ulk ULLCCK gluck ulk GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK!!
He’s got me drooling like a whore, glittering ropes of spit and precum streaming from my lips and chin. It’s not like I can help it… My arms are starting to shake, little tits jiggling between them, with my dark nipples so hard and aching.
I cannot stand how turned on I am, fuck! Every rugged plunge sends a wave of pleasure through my body that ends in a hot pulse between my legs. I can already feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as he slides back and forth in my mouth…and every time he gags me, my pussy quivers for him.
For him? For Ben? UGH! How can I be letting myself get so turned on by this pathetic beta loser??
Just then he reaches over my back and swats my big round ass. I yelp around his shaft, reflexively sucking a little tighter, and can’t seem to help but give it an instinctive waggle in response. I hear Ben grunt in approval…but Mistress scoffs.
Instantly Ben’s grip weakens and he stops face-fucking me. He doesn’t take it out, but I’m able to gasp a few much-needed breaths past his penis.
“Err, umm…was that not…I mean, is it -uhhh…” he stammers out pitifully. “Was that not okay, Mistress?”
How pathetic, I think hearing him stammering, she said “do whatever you want,” stupid…
Despite my disdain, I continue to suck him. Mistress is watching after all, and she gave me to him, so I’m his…until this is over.
So with his dick still in my mouth, so hot on my tongue and deliciously hard, I scootch forward, still on all fours, and resume bobbing my head and slurping. Right away I taste the tang of his precum again, it makes my pussy quiver and my head go a little dizzy.
“It was definitely not okay, little Ben,” Mistress is chiding him. “I told you to do whatever you wanted but… but…if you’re going to spank the little slut, then you’d better do it right.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
I should have been paying better attention because I’m in mid-slurp when Ben’s hand whips across my naked ass. SLAP!!
I sputter around his cock as the sting shoots through my hips! That was almost as hard as when Sir spanks me and it makes me suck his cock even-
“Harder,” Mistress instructs.
Even though the instruction was to Ben, I instinctually arch my back and present my already stinging ass as the best possible target.
Ben spanks me again, hard enough I let out a wet little whimper…and bob even faster back and forth, up and down, along his rod. It jumps and swells between my sliding lips. I pulse my tongue against it, losing myself in the thrill of the pleasurable pain.
“Again!” Mistress demands and Ben spanks me harder!
SLAP! Making my soft cheeks jiggle back and forth. I mewl and whine, then gag myself on his cock!
“Again!”
SLAP!
The pain sends a rush between my legs. I choke and a shudder crawls up my spine as pussy juices run down my legs. I can feel a handprint forming on my trembling ass.
“Pathetic,” Mistress says, and I hear her heels strike the basement floor. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Now I can’t help but pop Ben’s cock out of my mouth and turn to look at my Mistress with wide wet eyes. Her gaze crashes into me as she approaches, still holding that riding crop…
MISTRESS EMILY
“Stand back, Ben,” I command as I approach. He needs a break anyway if he’s to last. “OPEN!” now to Jane, and that’s an instruction she usually has no problem following, especially when this aroused. “Hold this,” I instruct as I shove the shaft of the riding crop in her saliva ridden mouth.
Pacing slowly to stand behind Jane, I beckon Ben to follow. “Look at what you’ve done, I bet you didn’t realise just how much of a slut this one is, did you?” his twitching cock says it all as we stare at her very wet, inviting pussy. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I ask with a nod.
Without ceremony or preamble, Ben kneels between Jane’s splayed legs and rams his entire cock in her exposed pussy. Even though highly aroused, it’s still a shock and Jane lets out a huge grunt, but to her credit, she doesn’t release the crop. Ben basks in the feeling of her tight pussy for a few moments but soon, unconcerned with her mild discomfort, he grabs her hips and starts pounding her.
I stalk to Jane’s front and once again crouch on my haunches. Her head is down but jerking violently with every thrust and collision of their bodies. I open my mouth to speak but her hair is flopping in the way and I’m not sure if she’s paying attention. I’m about to chastise her when suddenly Ben reaches out, grabs a fistful of hair and forcefully pulls her head up so she’s looking directly at me.
“Thank you, Ben. Ever so helpful,” I praise, and I can see in Jane’s eyes a look of loathing at Ben getting yet more acclaim. Now looking directly into her eyes, I continue, “it’s one thing to suck his dick but now he’s in your pussy… and raw.” I cover my open mouth in exaggerated, fake shock, “oh lord, what if he cums in there, shoots his entire, year long, denied load deep into you?” She obviously can’t respond because of the implement in her mouth but I see the anguish in her eyes and laugh wickedly at her turmoil. “…and Sir, would it ever be clean enough for him to use again, after?”
I reach a hand under Jane’s body and start to rub her clitoris in slow circles. Despite her distress, her traitorous body works against her, and I see her eyes roll back as an orgasm rapidly approaches. “Do you think you could cum, slut? Around Ben’s cock?” I ask, knowing full well the answer. She emits a moan and a mumble, so I remove the implement from her mouth, “what was that?” I ask wickedly.
“Yes, Mistress, yes. I’m going to cum,” she says breathlessly.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” I command with as much authority as I can muster. “Ben, put it in her ass. Now,” I demand levelly, not taking my eyes off the woman a mere four inches from my face. Jane’s jerking stops immediately, and I catch her head under the chin as Ben releases his grip. Her breathing has changed and her eyes flit from me to the floor rapidly in fear and anticipation.
Rather than retrieve the lube I gave him, I watch as Ben withdraws his cock and uses some of Jane’s own juices to smear on her asshole before pressing the tip firmly against it. Her eyes go wide as the pressure increases but soon the resistance is overcome, and his engorged cock head enters her ass, as evidenced by Jane’s open mouth and hyperventilating. With only the briefest pause, Ben pushes his cock fully in and Jane lets out a huge grunt.
The look on her face was, and still is, wonderful and I again feel heat in my pussy at my own arousal. Sir won’t even make it through the kitchen when he gets home, I’m going to fuck him right on the dinner table! I think as Ben’s piston like pounding starts once again.
As I back away, Ben suddenly pushes Jane’s head to the floor, swings his leg over and places a foot on it, pinning it there. That’s the spirit, I think, as he’s now in a squatting motion, letting gravity help him plunge into her ravaged ass. Jane’s face flushes red and she releases delicious cries as Ben finally takes what he’s owed.
LADY JANE
Ben shoves into my pussy and I want to scream, but all I can do is groan around the handle of Mistress Emily’s riding crop.
…I don’t even want to think what She’d do if I dropped that.
I squirm on Ben’s dick for a moment as he just holds it inside me, making my whole body tingle. I still can’t believe how big he is, filling me to the brim. And he’s so hot and so hard I just can’t help squeezing his rigid shaft with my pussy. He must be loving this…after more than a year of not cumming, my soft, warm, sopping-wet cunt must feel like heaven.
Not to mention I’ve teased and taunted him so much that year, no doubt making this all the sweeter…
Fuck, why am I sooo wet??
With his still cock inside me, I can feel his heartbeat through my sensitive inner walls. It’s quick, anxious, ready to take out a year’s worth of frustration on me.
We both marinate in the anticipation another moment. I hate this. He savors it.
Then Ben seizes the wide curve of my hips and starts to fuck me hard.
I immediately gasp, bite down on the crop and start moaning loudly. He buries every inch deep inside me with each thrust. Fuck, I wanna scream…
I really can’t believe Ben has this in him! He’s pounding my pussy so hard I can barely stand it. Making my whole body rock and sway, making my big round ass bounce as he slams into me. Even I can hear how wet I am, pussy squelching and spurting around his thick, driving cock, making hot sticky juices run down my thighs. I can hear them splatter on the basement floor beneath us.
I’m jerking back and forth so hard I can barely keep the crop in my mouth. Every time Ben’s dick plows into me it sends a jolt all the way through me. My head is spinning, I let it hang, panting and drooling around the damn crop.
I hate how good this feels! Hate that loser Ben can be fucking me so hard and driving me this wild…
Suddenly my head rips backward and I’m starring up at Mistress Emily. “Thank you, Ben. Ever so helpful.”
Having to hear him get praised, yet again, while I’m taking his dick, stings a little extra. And Mistress’s proud words make him pound my cunt even harder. He pulls back on my hair until the tension of my body makes it seem like I can feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat every time he plows into me.
Mistress locks my gaze and continues, “it’s one thing to suck his dick but now he’s in your pussy… and raw. Oh lord, what if he cums in there, shoots his entire, year long, denied load deep into you?”
MY teeth are nearly chattering on the crop’s handle. As intensely as Ben’s fucking me, I know what she’s getting at. My stomach clenches in disgust and dread.
“…and Sir, would it ever be clean enough for him to use again, after?”
Obviously not! Sir would never put his wonderful cock in a hole that had been filled with Ben’s year-long denial load, gross!
Mistress said I needed taking down a peg, did she mean literally? If I’m ruined for Sir…will I just be Ben’s from now on? Never more than his frustrated cum dump for whenever Mistress feels like he’s earned an orgasm??
I could cry…except Mistress is rubbing my clit now. Slow circles, coiling orgasmic electricity throughout my body…even though Ben is still pounding into me as hard and fast as he can. Mistress knows exactly how to work my body, and suddenly my clit is throbbing and my nipples are aching. She brings me right up to the edge and holds me here, even though every one of Ben’s strokes threaten to knock me over it.
“Do you think you could cum, slut?” Mistress asks. “Around Ben’s cock?”
I want to deny it, to say- to scream “no!” Even if Ben ruins me with his cum, at least I could say my orgasms still belong to Mistress and Sir. Only to Mistress and Sir.
But She knows and I can’t deny that I’m about to cum for him, cum so hard on his pathetic beta cock. That as much as I look down on Ben, he’s got me ready to beg for more, harder, deeper – FUCK!
When I let out a distraught, incoherent groan, Mistress just grins, then finally plucks the crop from between my teeth. “What was that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp immediately. “Yes. I’m going to cum.”
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” She growls.
Fuck…fuck! I want to obey but I don’t know if I can hold it, in fact…I know I can’t with the way he’s-
“Ben, put it in her ass. Now.”
Goody-two-shoes obeys so quickly, I almost collapse as he pulls out of my pussy. Every inch of me is tingly and oversensitive, every curve buzzing with near-orgasmic energy.
Mistress catches my face, continuing to glare into my eyes as Ben repositions. Her eyes are so intense I can’t meet them. I look away, ashamed and swallowing a moan as Ben rubs my own pussy juices up between my butt cheeks.
I tremble in dread, he’s not even going to use actual lube?? Of course not…he wants me to feel this. So the next time I think about rubbing my naked cunt on his cage, or calling him “little” Ben, or loser, or taunting him in anyway; he wants to make sure I’ll remember the feeling of his dick tearing open my ass, and shut my fucking mouth.
As he enters me, I stare at Mistress, eyes wide and mouth gaping in agony. I can’t breathe, gasping and panting as red hot pressure stretches me open and swells through my hips. She holds my face, savouring my anguish until Ben is hilted inside me. I shudder, barely able to suck in a breath.
Mistress steps back, eyes focused and intent.
Ben slams my face to the floor and I whimper in pain. His dick is still lodged in my ass, so I can barely move…but he steps on my head anyway, holding me down. Then he starts fucking me in the ass just as hard as before!
I’m screaming and crying right away. Tears flood my eyes, streaming across my face. I wiggle around, trying to spread my legs a little further, but Ben grabs my hips, tilting them into an even more helpless position.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I cry out as his cock sears in and out of me too quick, too deep.
Ben let’s out a lusty grunt…or was that a chuckle?
Now I’m shaking and trembling as every thrust in sends a shockwave up my spine. Every backwards slide like I’m being pulled inside out.
My pussy continues to ache and pulsate. My nipples are twinging painfully along with every jiggle of my little titties. Every stroke vibrates all down my legs, making my toes go numb. Under his foot, my face is burning…fuck, I can’t take any more of this…
“M-M-Muh- Mistress, Please! …I need to cum!”
Mistress let’s out a high cruel laugh. “Why are you asking me?” she says, crossing her arms. “You belong to Ben today, remember…”
He suddenly slows his tempo to a long, slow agonizing slide, making sure I feel every single inch pushing in then pulling out of my stretched, aching ass. I mewl pitifully.
“Are you really going to cum from getting fucked in the ass?” Ben asks.
“Y-yes,” I whimper. “Can I?”
“You really are just an easy fucking slut, huh?”
I hear Mistress giggle.
“Yes, I -ah- AM!,” I yelp as he pushes into me again.
Ben takes his foot off my head and grabs my hair pulling me back upright with his dick deep, deep in my ass. I moan out as he pulls my back against his chest. I hate to admit it but the feel of him throbbing inside me is driving me crazy! His hand coils tighter in my hair, craning my neck back at a painful angle. I’m staring up at him now and he gives me a couple hard thrusts to watch the strain in my eyes.
“You’ve been dying to cum ever since I put my dick in you, huh?”
I gulp and swallow, the tension from his grip makes it hard to speak. “Ye- yeah…”
Ben’s free hand reaches around to slap my quivering tit, and the sudden shock of pain scrambles my brain. He grabs and kneads the perky orb, sending bright sparks through my chest… He pinches my hard, sensitive nipple, rolling it between his fingers until I can’t help but moan and arch into his hand.
“You needy little fuck-slut,” he gloats. “If you cum on my dick, you don’t deserve to come on Sir’s!”
He starts pumping again, the white hot throb of his cock rolling through my body. I grab his wrist with one hand, and cover my mouth with the other to keep from crying out.
He’s right…I have to hold back my orgasm! Even if I’m ruined for Sir, I won’t let myself cum for this pathetic beta-
Ben starts thrusting up into my ass even harder, bouncing me up and down. His hand drops from my chest to my clit, and the instant he touches it…an orgasm crashes through me!
I mewl and squeal, as my whole body convulses in pleasure.
“OH fuck!” Ben grunts and I feel his cock flex in my ass, then a hot wet gush floods me.
The rush of heat drives me wild, tears brimming, I wiggle back squeezing and milking that beta cock for every single drop of his year-long denial.
Ben leans close to my ear, moaning, gasping and pumping me full.
When he releases my hair, I fall forward onto all fours, panting for breath. His dick, already softening, slurps out of my ass and I can feel his jizz leaking out and dripping down the backs of my thighs.
I hang my head in perfect shame.
Then I hear Mistress Emily’s sky high heels clicking the concrete, coming towards us. Her crop slips under my chin, lifting my flushed, tear-streaked face to look up at her.
“Did you just cum, you little fucking slut,” she hisses, “on that pathetic beta cock…” She continues, “…without permission?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I say with a sob.
MISTRESS EMILY
Furious. That’s the only word for what I am, right now. I knew she probably couldn’t hold back as she’s such a slut, and I may have even let her if she’d just have begged a little more. But to defy me? Now she’s going to pay even more.
“Stand,” I demand to Jane who does the best she can on shaky legs. “I know Ben enjoyed that, but did you?”
“N… no, Mistress,” is the response after a few moments’ hesitation. Well at least some of the bratty-ness has gone, I would’ve got a firm, pouty denial before this.
Reaching down between her legs I scoop up some of their intermixed juices from Jane’s thigh, grab her hair and shove my fingers forcefully in her mouth, feeding it to her. “Then explain this!” I shout, pushing my hand further in causing her to gag. “I know, I know, you can’t help it, you’re just a cock craving whore,” I continue, more gently now as I remove my fingers. “But I can’t have disobedience.”
Other than my fabulous heels, the only sound in the room is Jane’s light sobbing and heavy breathing as I make my way to a chest on the far wall of the dungeon. I retrieve a few items and return to stand behind Jane who is slightly hunched over and legs still shaking a little. Without warning, I place the thick, sturdy metal belt around her, high on her waist, slightly above her belly button and lock it tightly in place with a brass padlock.
She looks down confused but before she can enquire, I demand she spreads her legs. She does and I next attach the wide U-shaped piece to the front and back of the waist belt, completely covering her pussy. This too, I secure tightly, and I see the blood drain from her face as the realisation hits her.
“That’s right, slut. You think I don’t know you masturbate often, but of course I do. Now you’ll be like Ben here, orgasm-less, for as long as I desire,” I say malevolently. “Maybe I’ll make you Ben’s plaything. When he cums, it’s up to him if you do too. I bet you’d be ever so nice to him then, wouldn’t you,” I continue with a genuine, hearty laugh.
I’ve never seen a persons face display so many emotions at once. Anger, fear, anguish, helplessness, they all flash over her as her brain works through what she’s just learned.
“Oh, but don’t worry, I can still have fun with you,” I say as I quickly reveal a hidden battery powered, but very powerful wand and hold it on her chastity belt. The vibrations easily transfer to her genitals and her knees buckle as she lets out an enormous groan of pleasure. Jane usually has multiple orgasms in a session, so she’s primed for another after only having one with Ben.
“PLEASE MISTRESS, CAN I CUM??” she howls after a mere ten seconds of stimulation.
“No,” I say calmly with a disarming smile as I turn off the wand. I see Ben smirking as Jane unconsciously humps the air a little due to her frustrations and desperation to orgasm. “Also, I find it a good idea to label the things we own, so there’s no confusion,” I say, removing the lid of a black marker pen. Across Jane’s chest, I write ‘BEN’S CUMSLUT’ in large letters. “What’s important to understand is…” I start but am interrupted by the sound of the back door closing. That must be Sir, I’m so fucking horny, I need him inside me, now!
“Here, both of you,” I demand as I lead them to a corner of the dungeon. Quickly I handcuff Jane’s hands round Bens’ waist and similarly lock his wrists to an eyelet on the back of her chastity belt. “Aw, aren’t you two just the cutest,” I laugh at their forced embrace.
I turn to leave but a sudden, mischievous thought strikes me. I slowly, sultrily walk back to them and say, “Jane, look at Ben and thank him for using you and letting you have his cum.” She’s virtually broken at this point, but enough defiance remains that she flushes red and hesitates. I raise my eyebrows and hold the unpowered wand on her chastity belt again, the threat obvious. “In fact, call him… Mr. Ben from now on.”
Jane looks into Ben’s eyes and recites the words in a more submissive and authentic tone than I would’ve expected. Maybe a little orgasm denial will do the little whore some good, is the last I think of them as I exit the dungeon, my entire focus now on finding that husband of mine and fucking him senseless.
LJ’s Note:
How hot was that, Besties?? This really really got to me.
It’s not often you get to see me exploring something new right before your eyes, but that’s what was happening here. I mean, all my writing is exploring or expressing my kinks in some form…but this was all pretty new to me. To be honest, I usually get bored with the purely submissive fantasies, but I was completely locked in to this one. Being able to feed off Mistress Emily was so fucking hot! I could literally feel her Dominant energy coming through every word, and the sub in me absolutely melted for her. Her strength and creativity weren’t just infectious, they grabbed me by the throat, and collared me.
Every little thing she did caught me off guard and just turned me on even more. The way every word she wrote had this air of condescension that made me crave her approval. The ways she wrote about handling my brattyness, the ways she exploited my slutty tendencies. Even something as simple as sticking her crop in my mouth to hold, had my pussy dripping just from reading the words. I loved submitting to Mistress Emily!
Oh geez…My crush is going to get so much worse now.
In all seriousness, I’m sending a personal THANK YOU THANK YOU to Mistress Emily, for opening my eyes and taking me through this kinky experiment. Showing me new turn-ons, and new ways to express my kinks. I definitely learned a few things about myself, and more pointedly, about my submissive tendencies.
And if you enjoyed this Besties, head down to the comments and confess your devotion to Mistress Emily as well! Or y’know, just show her some love, and let us know if you enjoyed the story, or how much you enjoyed seeing her finally put me in my place, and if you’d like to see more like this.
You can also find us on X @dangerotica and @Erotic_Author80.
And if you enjoyed Emily’s writing, she also has ebooks available on Smashwords, so head over and take a look! She is clearly super talented!
That’s all we got for you today, Besties, but hopefully my Mistress will stop by the Dangerotic blog again very soon, with another scintillating lesson in submission for your bratty bff.
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