Mistress had been a few weeks dating a guy. She had showed me the messages. The guy was pretty insistent. He was finally coming home, I could guess what for. I prepared dinner for the three of us and ate my part. I help mistress dressing for the evening. A short red dress, high heels, makeup..., lucky guy.

I felt a weird kind of jelousy whenever she had a date. I didn't see her as a lover, that wasn't the problem. As the months passed I had grown accustomed to share with her a certain level of intimacy. When she had a date I felt ignored. The guy was going to fuck my mistress and I was locked in a dog cage. I also wanted some fun. I wanted my mistress' lips in my... Ok, that seemed a lot like old regular jealousy. I was going to get in my cage, which I had covered with a thick dark blanket, like I used to do when mistress had a date, but she stopped me.

She placed some stuff on the bed and made me use it. First, a comfortably small ring gag and a leather blindfold. Then, while I fitted a latex hood with holes on eyes, nose and mouth, mistress opened the padlock closing my labia and extracted my chastity device which surprised me a lot. Then she helped me getting into a slightly loose black latex catsuit and closing the zipper at my back. Another zipper ran between my legs, that fully opened would barely show from my clit to my ass. The clit chain could have been on view if mistres hadn't take it off. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to take part on the action. I put on a pair of latex gloves while mistress fitted a pair of high heeled ankle high boots. I had been practicing walking on those the last weeks. She ordered me to lie down on my belly on her big bed, which years ago had been mine and closed a pair of handcuffs on my wrists at my back. My erect nipples pressed against the latex. She closed my leather collar around my neck and used a chain and two padlocks to bind me to the bed's frame. Finally she placed a pair of earphones on my head and linked it to my cell phone.

-Depending on how goes the night you might have tonight your first cock in more than a year.- She said.- Until then I want you entertained and, more important, awake.

She activated the music. It was my phone so I liked the songs. With the music so high I wouldn't be able to hear the converstation, which I guessed was the point. Mistress opened my crotch zipper and played with my butt plug a bit. Then, to my surprise she slipped a finger inside my pussy and fondled my g-spot. I squeezed my legs and used the muscles of my vagina to get as much pleasure as possible, as those shows of affection were very uncommon. She moved her finger so slowly that it was impossible for me to reach an orgasm. Suddenly she stopped, closed the zipper and stuck her finger inside my mouth so I could clean my own mess. Would be arrogant to say that I liked my own taste?

The bed shaked when she got up. I barely could hear the door closing. It was so unfair. My mistress in a date, my pussy finally open and my hands cuffed. Everything was very confusing, but most of all, was the blindfold. What was she hidding? Who was that guy?

A while after I thought I heard the door bell. I didn't care at that point. I didn't know anything about the night events. I just knew that I needed to cum desperately, so I did my best to focus on the music. About an hour later the bedroom's door opened again, or, for being precise, about fourteen songs. Mistress stopped the music.

-Shiera is not here, but this slut is eager to please a cock.- Actually Shiera was there. I am Shiera. Wait... This dude knew Shiera? I mean... This dude knew me? Mistress opened the front half of the crotch zipper.- Lift your ass, slave. Show this wet pussy of yours to my friend.- She slapped my ass and I hurried myself to do as she said.- You can also slap her. Don't be shy.- He slapped me a bit softer than mistress and laughed.- What do you say?- Mistress activated the music so I couldn't hear his answer. Then mistress stopped the music again.- Slave, my friend is going to sit in front of you. Lick him but don't make him cum. I want your cunt well used today. Enjoy it because this might be your last cock ever.

She started the music again. He sat next to my face. Mistress pushed on the back of my head. The tip of his cock entered my mouth. Due to the gag I could only use my togue, so I lapped the tip a few times. I didn't need more than that to make him grow.

He kneeled behing me, so I lifted my ass as much as possible. Surprisingly, mistress uncuffed my hands so I could get on all fours. She entered me without asking for my permission. I wanted his cock inside me, and slaves don't get to decide, but politeness is always welcome. Fortunately he was using a condom. As I was sure that I wasn't going to taste more cocks in a good while, I accompanied his thrusts with movements of my hips and intensified my feelings by using my vaginal muscles to press on his cock. I lost track of time, oblivous to everything but my pussy. I didn't know how much did he enjoy the experience but I had, perhaps, the three most intense orgasms in a row of my life so far. I yelled so lowly that my neighbours hit the wall and asked me to shut up.

The logical part of my brain was trying to tell me something but I couldn't care less. Mistress activated the music again. He left the bed and I heared the door closing. A song later mistress returned and took off the earphones.

-Take out everything, slave.- She unlocked the padlocks.- Everything. Then put the catsuit and hood on the washer and go visit the shower. You can masturbate if you want but I want you here in half an hour.- She patted on the mattress.

I had two more orgasms in the shower but I couldn't endure a sixth one. Too much for a day. I returned to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Mistress covered me with the sheets. She was wearing a short pyjama. I had heard her cleaning her makeup in the bathroom while I showered. She offered me the chastity plug and the combination padlock, which I fitted without hesitation. Such emptiness was beginning to feel weird. She got closer to me, hugged me and kissed my cheek.

-Slave? Do you want to know who was that guy?- She asked. She wasn't the agressive authoritarian type. She didn't need it either, as I had voluteered. She never had made spend long periods of time in silence. Apart from mistress and slave we were also friends and roomies. We used to talk a lot. I just have to be careful to stick to the role and act servile, though after a time it became almost natural.

-I don't know, mistress. Do I?- It was more curiosity that actual interest.

-That was your ex-boyfriend.- She said after a short pause. That was the thing. The logical side of my brain was telling me that I had heard those groans before. Then I remembered that my mom told me a couple of gossips about him. For example, he was about to get married with another woman.- You read his messages. He wanted to fuck me.

-He's cheating on his fiancee.

-Yes. Knowing that, my question is: should I invite him again? I made you break up with him but seems that you could have him, from time to time.

-No, mistress, thank you.- I didn't need a second thought.- He also cheated on me several times. I don't want to see him again, if that's ok to you.- Should she want to bring him again, I would fuck him, suck him or whatever she asked, of course.

-I can assure you that I didn't want to offend you. I thought you would like to see him again. You loved him, right?

-Yes, mistress, I guess I loved him. But I chose you, didn't I?- I grabbed her hand and kissed its back. She smiled, kissed my cheek again and shut down the lights.-Mistress, should I get into the cage?- Sleeping in a bed felt great and wrong at the same time. I had learnt to find comfort on the thin mattress inside my cage.

-What is wrong with you, slave? You don't like beds? Or is it my presence what bothers you?- I shook my head no.- Then shut up and let me enjoy my soft and warm teddy bear.



It was my dad's birthday. Mistress and I were going to take lunch with my parents, my brother, his wife and their two kids. Officially, she was my best friend and roomie, which was true, so there wasn't anything rare. Mistress wanted to test a new toy she had bought. She opened the padlock between my legs so I could take out the chastity device and the clit chain. She gave me the toy, an egg vibrator. I put it inside me, after a brief hesitation. Mistress closed the padlock and tested the wireless controller.

-This is one.- She pressed the button. The vibration was barely noticeable, just a soft itch.- And this is ten.- A few seconds of that made my juices flow, my cheeks blush and my crotch tremble.- Don't forget to laught loudly whenever your brother tells one of his awful jokes.

Except for my piercings on my clit and nipples, the butt plug and the toy everything in my outfit was normal. We were just a couple of friends in a family meeting. The velvet choker was also there, sending subtle messages. The eyelet on my nose was coloured in a shy soft pink, so it didn't attract attention. Since our last visit to the piercing parlor, I was being linking the chain of the bottom of the cage to the ring on my nose instead of the collar. It wasn't painful at all, but it was still a bit scary. A harmless sneeze could become a tragedy. The first week with that thing hanging from my nose I had a hard time getting accustomed. Mistress, though, liked to play with it. She used to gave it soft taps. After a few days I started to use it also outside home. Mistress let me leave it on my cage to meet my conservative parents.

Mistress let me drive, as my family thought that the car was mine, except that it was actually mine, legally speaking. We greeted them all and sat on the table. After a short, trivial conversation, mom brought the first plate. Mistress placed the controler on the table, which made me blush automatically.

Shortly after the first glass of wine, my brother started to tell his stupid jokes. As mistress had ordered I laughed out loud, which surprised him because I didn't use to laugh to support his vain attempts to be funny. Just as I did so she pressed a button of the controller and the egg came to life. I did my best to conceal my arousal, keep laughing and stay still. I looked at the controller. The small screen showed five marks. I stopped laughing and mistress set the controller in two.

With the next joke I laughed again expecting another burst but didn't happen. During the third one, though, mistress increased it to eight and to three after a few seconds. As my brother consumed wine, the jokes grew in quantity and decreased in quality. At some point mistress decided to ignore my brother, whispered me to stop laughing and just began to play with the egg as she saw fit.

-What's that?- My sister-in-law was very curious about what mistress was doing.

-Oh, this thing? It's a stupid game. Do you see this button?- Mistress pointed at the random button.- If you push it, this little lines on the screen keep changing. You wait thirty seconds, for example, press the button again, and then use the up and down arrow shaped buttons to repeat the sequence.- It was a good lie. I guessed that mistress wasn't improvising.- Do you want to try?- Shit.

My sister-in-law pressed the random button. Every five second the intensity changed. I couldn't help myself squirming when it reached ten.

-Is everything ok, darling? You are squirming. You have been acting rare all the time, and you've barely talked.- As I had never been a talker and I had a sex toy buried and locked inside my cunt, that day I hadn't uttered more than a few sentences, partly because the conversation was quite boring, but mostly because my attention was focused between my legs.

-Yes... I...- From ten passed to four.- I have a... rash... because...

-A dirty toilet, right? In a pub.

-Yes...!- From four passed to nine. I hoped that my lies would be convincing because that was an actual moan.- A toilet, miss..., ehem, Kendra.- I almost called her “mistress” in front of my family.

-Oh, darling, be careful with what you do on your free time.- Yeah? No, shit!

-Can I play?- My nephew asked his mom.

-No! Eat your vegetables.- Oooooh, shit.

-Too much wine, Shiera. Your face is bright red.- I quietly thanked mistress for her help. She was clearly a better liar. It was curious to feel thankful when my discomfort was mainly her fault.

Finally mistress had some mercy, stopped the egg and I could eat my piece of cake in peace. Mistress sneaked some napkins so I could clean partially the spot that had appeared on my crotch. She waited until I was totally relaxed to hold my hand and interlace our fingers under the tablecloth, which was the signal to leave.

We said goodbye, kissed everyone on their cheeks, and left. I walked slowly keeping my legs together, in case the spot was still visible. Before reaching the car mistress asked me for the keys.

-How many?- Asked mistress once we were inside the car.

-Three, mistress.- I blushed again.

-Good girl. Here.- She gave me the controller. I spent all the way wondering if I should use it or not. I knew that, probably, I would have to wait weeks or more until my next orgasm, and I wanted to enjoy at least one that day as the other three had been quite unpleasant. I chose not to, though. I deduced that mistress was testing me somehow. Improve my self control or whatever. So I kept it shut down. Once inside our garage on the basement of our building she asked for the controller.- You didn't want more? I've asked you for the keys because I've thought that you would want some.- Oh, come on!- You never cease to amaze me, slave.