Mornings were a different affair now, for Ethan and Amelia.

Hell, nights were different now. Where before they had spent giggly amorous hours, touching and feeling each other, appreciating and exploring one another’s bodies…the tone and tempo of such activities had changed. Now the touches were shot through with frustrated arousal, the moans and sighs seasoned with desperate desire.

When Amelia reached down to play with Ethan’s stiffened member, she felt the cool plastic that held her husband at bay. When Ethan attempted to address his wife’s needy moans, he felt the unyielding steel that held her captive.

Neither could do more than feel and moan of course. Lillian had seen to that. Every night since that first captive day of chastity, they had slept in bondage. A regular thing, to enhance the experience, according to their domme.

And so Ethan was the captive of tight, straining leather. Straps forcing his arms to his sides, and his legs close together. Every scrap of leather upon him was coal black, a pleasing contrast with his pale skin. For Amelia, Lillian had chosen red leather straps, but had elected to make her slightly more free than Ethan. Red leather cuffs snared her ankles and wrists, with tinkling chains connecting them to a waist belt that she wore. Much like the day time maid restraints, Amelia had been afforded a fair bit of movement…though this had been evened out by the tight blindfold and ring gag that had been secured to her. Ethan, remarkably, had earned a reprieve of such restraints yesterday.

And so it was Ethan’s turn to murmur the clearest about his love for his wife. To croon to her, while doing his best to stroke and bring some modicum of pleasure. Some morsel of relief. He had rolled over so that he could kiss along her neck, into the crook of her shoulders, and briefly trailing a few across her cheek, her jaw, and her nose. He couldn’t reach her heaving breast, couldn’t play with them as he had been free to do only a few days ago it seemed.

Captive need and restrained desire ruled their bedroom now. Every involuntary thrust of hips, every muffled moan, every frustrated cry, brought the situation home again and again to the captive lovebirds.

They were denied. Their sex lives not their own any longer. Their bodies not their own.

And so no matter how intensively they described what they wished to do, night after night, no matter how fervently they pledged of future pleasures together when they would be unlocked in the grey dawn hours…neither had any power to follow through on such promises.

Such power was reserved for Lillian, their beloved, highly frustrating Mistress. The alluring English Queen who had subjugated them to her rule. The friendly, knowledgeable, dominant, who had coaxed them ever further down a path, leading them to the writhing, moaning, denied mush that was Ethan and Amelia in their bed. Their domme, who enjoyed silently sneaking to the entryway into their room, to watch the show.

Lillian leaned against the door into the bedroom, watching her two submissives…her two slaves…as they squirmed on the bed. She was dressed in a slinky floral silk robe…and little else underneath. She grinned, flicking some of her hair, as her eyes roamed over the moaning, thrusting, shuddering bodies of her captives.

The past week had seen Lillian become more willing to tease them directly. Further acclimatizing her two playthings to the idea that she could do as she pleased with their bodies…and their minds. She had dressed more provocatively, more often wearing something that was either distinctly fetish…or something like this robe that seemed to drive both of them wild with desire. Not that her pets ever got to see her naked, or even mostly undressed. The vision of their Mistress in her natural skin was something that Lillian intended to reserve for when they were…farther along their path. For now, they got views of her in latex and leather and silk, all while being perfectly controlled.

Lillian smiled as Ethan thrust helplessly against Amelia, his chastity cage clinking against her chastity belt. Last night had been rather instructive in just how horny the two lovebirds were becoming.

Lillian had decided that evening to test the previous boundaries she had established for herself. It had been nearly a week at that point of frustrated chastity, of unending teasing, and of firm denial for either of her pets. After that first night of fucking for Amelia, neither had earned a further opportunity for relief. Lillian had found faults with various chores, or in their enthusiasm for certain tasks, or simply in the style of service they provided. All had served to push off any consideration of orgasm for either of her slaves. All had served to string her pets along, making them ever more horny, ever more aroused, all without even the smallest morsel of relief.

Ethan had been cleaning up after dinner. Making himself useful in his quiet bashful way. Lillian had lounged in the living room, one of her evening shows murmuring quietly in the background as she enjoyed a footrub from Amelia. Amelia wore her play collar, sets of wrist and ankle cuffs, and thin chains that connected each paired set. And that was it. The girl wasn’t quite as skilled as her husband in the footrub department, but Lillian enjoyed seeing saucy, fiery Amelia on her knees. Besides, she had turned into a complete minx ever since being chastised, and teased Ethan with what neither of them could have nearly as much as Lillian did herself. The girl was to be her first target.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Amelia blinked and looked up, her glazed over eyes sharpening once more as chains jingled, to find Lillian’s amused gaze locking her own in place. She opened her mouth for a moment but, as so often when Lillian spoke to her in the last few days, the smart arse remarks didn’t seem to come as readily. So she shivered, nodded, and gripped Lillian’s foot a tad tighter as the other one rose to brush against her neck and jaw.

“Awww…” Lillian cooed, “My darling girl is a little…aroused…I think.”

Amelia giggled a little breathlessly, “It’s h-hard not to be after a week of…this…” she gestured with her non-massaging hand to the chastity belt.

“Well…” Lillian tapped at her lip, as though thinking, “I’m not going to bend the rules for you sweetie, you haven’t earned a release yet. But maybe we can…ease things a little for you.”

Lillian beckoned for Amelia to join her on the couch, and the girl scrambled up from her position on the floor. As she turned to tuck herself in next to Lillian, the older woman grabbed her arm and, gently but firmly, pulled Amelia into her lap. With a squeak the girl slid into place, and Lillian settled one hand atop the chastity belt while the other brushed and caressed Amelia’s face.

“Such a beautiful girl.” Lillian murmured as her hands began to work their magic, “I know it’s frustrating my dear, but you have grown only more gorgeous and desirable since being locked away. My caged little flower, on display yet safe from any realization of desire. Are you feeling desperate my dear?”

Amelia nodded, “G-God yes.”

Lillian smiled, and planted a gentle kiss against the girl’s neck, her stroking hand now cupping her jaw, “And would you want your Mistress to…do something…about this feeling?”

“P-please Mistressssss,” Amelia almost whimpered. Her hands twitched and squirmed, but she managed to keep them clasped at her waist. Out of the way of Lillian’s own hands. A most impressive feat for the desperately aroused little minx. Lillian tapped at Amelia’s chastity cage and grinned as Amelia moaned and thrust her hips.

“Well I’m not going to unlock you sweetie. But what could Mistress do to help…hmmm?” Lillian traced her fingers down Amelia’s jaw. Down her neck. Along her shoulder…and sensually flickered their way across the very tops of her breasts.

Amelia shuddered and thrust her chest out with a plaintive gurgle.

“Oh. Does my pet want to be played with?”

Amelia nodded, shaking her breasts slightly as she heaved a shaky breath in.

“Well…” Lillian leaned in to her, lips mere inches from Amelia’s own, “I want something too, Amelia. I want a kiss. A real kiss from my slave. Not one that I steal or take from you. Show me how grateful you are for my training. How grateful you are to be my submissive. How grateful you are for my control. Kiss. Your. Mistress.”

Amelia gulped, her eyes wide for a moment, then they lidded. She leaned forward with a sensual growl, and locked her lips to Lillian’s own. Lillian gave a pleased purr in response, using one hand to grab Amelia’s cuffed wrists to hold them down, while the other gripped the back of the girl’s head to keep her in place. And they kissed. Amelia pressing herself into Lillian, doing her best to cradle her Mistress without her arms. For the first few moments, Amelia felt as though she were driving things. Felt briefly as though she were somehow in control. Then it shifted. Then Lillian’s tongue, Lillian’s mouth, Lillian’s growls of desire suddenly reigned. And Lillian’s hand left the back of Amelia’s neck to hook a finger through her collar’s d-ring as the two women broke apart. Amelia’s face kept close to Lillian’s own by her collar.

The girl blushed, and Lillian’s grin widened.

“Such an enthusiastic little kisser.” Lillian yanked Amelia forward for another deep, searching kiss, before breaking free for air again, “You have such a delightful taste to you, sweetie. I think we shall be doing this…mmmmm…quite a bit more.”

“I…oooooooooohhhhh…” Amelia’s words, whether objection or simple questions, were broken away and lost as Lillian began to stroke and knead her naked breasts. Giving the girl a morsel of the attention that she craved. Caressing and touching in a way that only a dominant woman can, propelling Amelia’s mind down the submissive pathways that had been so carefully cultivated over the past many weeks. Making her feel so alive with sensual energy, making her incapable of responding with anything other than pleasure-wracked moans.

“That’s my good girl. You love it when I touch you, don’t you?”

Amelia nodded, alternatingly thrusting her breasts and her hips into Lillian. Lillian kept one hand caressing Amelia’s bouncing breasts, while the other trailed light touches over her hips and her chastity belt. Drawing more moans from the desperate girl.

“You love your Mistress owning you…making you her little pet.”

Amelia moaned, gurgling out some jumble of words as she closed her eyes and enjoyed Lillian’s touch.

“Tell me, sweetie. Tell me you love it.” Lillian gripped Amelia’s breasts, tweaking the girl’s nipples.

“Oooooooh, I…I l-love it Mistress.” Amelia panted, “I love your touch.”

“You love my control?”

“Y-yes Mistress, I love your control!” Amelia gurgled.

“You love being my submissive pet”

“I l-love being your s-submissive p-pet, Mistress!”

“Are you glad I locked you in chastity?”

“I…” Amelia stammered, and then moaned desperately as Lillian traced soft fingers across the hard steel of her chastity belt. Amelia thrust desperately, receiving nothing but air. Nothing but frustration. She mewled, looking up to find Lillian’s eyes locked on her own.

“I…I don’t k-know Mistress.”

“You don’t know?” Lillian cocked an eyebrow, her fingers continuing to softly tease around Amelia’s hips before suddenly withdrawing both her hands, “Are you sure you don’t know?”

“Ggggaaaaaaah!” Amelia squealed, her whole body shaking against Lillian’s, “I-I-I pl-please Mistress, please I…okay, okay, yes! Yes! I’m glad you locked me in chastity!”

“Mmmm. Because you need to be controlled, don’t you little one?”

Lillian looked up to see Ethan approaching, her boy’s eyes wide as he saw the two of them on the couch. She pointed commandingly at the floor in front of the couch. The other half of her submissive couple settled himself onto his knees in front of the two of them, out of Amelia’s line of sight. Who was far to busy wrestling with the shreds of her self-control and respectability to notice her husband’s sudden presence.

“I…y-yes Mistress.” Amelia stammered, “I need to be controlled.”

“Good girl.” Lillian’s hands returned to their stroking and caressing, “Very good girl. Not enough to earn the chance at an orgasm…but you’re setting yourself up very well indeed for tomorrow. Now…” She dipped her hand in between Amelia’s legs, making the girl shudder with denied arousal, and planted another firm sensual kiss against her lips, “I think…” Another kiss, this time accompanied by groping Amelia’s breasts. “you need to make room…for your adorable husband…”

Amelia squeaked. Shuddering and squirming against Lillian, she looked behind her to see a blushing Ethan being beckoned up to join Lillian and Amelia on the couch. He sat next to Lillian and made his own adorable whimper, as a hand gripped his collar and forced him to look at the two women.

“I’ve gotten a kiss from Amelia, and now I want a kiss from you my dear. Same rules. I want you to show your gratitude…your desire…your uniqueness…all in a delightful smooch. In return…” Lillian’s hand dropped from his collar to trail ever so gently and sensually over his locked up cock, “I’ll be more than happy to provide a minute or two of my famous chastity handjob.”

Ethan moaned and leaned into Lillian. The boy was, if anything, even more desperate than his wife. She at least had gotten an additional orgasm after the pair of them had lost their sexual freedom. Lillian had been deliberately a little harder on Ethan. A little more strict in her responses to his errors. While Amelia’s faults had simply earned a denial of chances to orgasm, Ethan had earned an additional five days in chastity. Propelling him even further away from any sort of sexual freedom. Not that he’d ever actually have that again of course, but it had been amusing to see his belief that Amelia would be free of chastity before him blossom in his eyes. Even as Lillian had used him for ever more sensual tasks. The boy was a bubbling, boiling cauldron of need…and Lillian planned to stoke the fires even higher, “Oh God please Mistress, I—“

“No, you aren’t going to cum, whether in chastity or out of it. Not tonight.”

“B-but I…”

Lillian raised her eyebrows, and the boy subsided into furious blushing and mumbled apologies, “Another outburst like that, and I’ll leave you with a vibrator on low against your cage all night long.”

Ethan moaned and shook his head, even as his hips twitched.

“For someone who claims to not seek punishment, you have a remarkable ability to find yourself on the wrong side of my crop. Metaphorically, and literally.” Lillian smiled then, and left off teasing his caged cock to pull him closer by the collar, “Now come here, and earn back some good will for yourself darling boy.”

Ethan gave in. He always did eventually, but it never reduced Lillian’s joy at teasing and seducing him.

He leaned towards her, wide eyes suddenly squeezing shut as their lips met. Where Amelia had tasted of desperate passion, Ethan was all shy, bashful longing. If a kiss could be communicated as a blush, that was Ethan’s style. Lillian adored the little differences and foibles between her two submissives. She leaned into the kiss, one hand clamped around Amelia’s mouth now, while the other gently took hold of the back of Ethan’s head. Keeping his lips pressed against hers, she matched his own shy uncertainty with gentle passion. Her domineering style didn’t depart, but it was tempered with a gentler, sensual style. Amelia burned for fiery passion, and Ethan had his moments of needing such things as well. But the first time that her submissives kissed her, rather than the other way around…Lillian wanted it to be unique for each of them.

A special event. Kissing her should be just as important, just as special, as sharing kisses between themselves. Her pets needed to understand that they needed to show just as much love and affection to her as they did to each other. She hardly wanted to have to take it all the time, such an approach would be rather draining after all.

Lillian had broken the kiss just as gently as Ethan had started it, drawing him further over to where Amelia was moaning into Lillian’s hand. She released the girl’s mouth, kissed each slave on their cheek, and sighed happily, “And now my little lovebirds, you may kiss each other. But always remember, your Mistress expects affection too.”

They had blushed and nodded, squealing a little as Lillian had teased Ethan’s caged cock, and tweaked at Amelia’s nipples. And the three of them had whiled away hours on the couch that evening, gently exploring and playing…all the way until it had been time to tuck her pets away for the night.

Lillian smiled in remembrance, as she drifted back to herself. Back to the sweet sounds of her frustrated pets. Pleased with the progress they had made. Pleased that her adorable subbies were willing to shower their Mistress with kisses. That she had successfully inserted herself, however minutely, into receiving affection previously reserved for just between the two of them. Receiving, rather than taking, their kisses.

She took a breath. Lillian was certain that she could press things still further today, and had set up the living room to accommodate a fresh challenge for her pets. Should things go well, it would be a massive step forward to there being no doubt that Ethan and Amelia were her slaves. Should things go…not so well…

Lillian made a brief pout, and then mentally shrugged. She could always pass it off as a simple game. A simple little thing that was all fantasy. None of her instructions or threats need be taken so literally. Perhaps she had intimated things, but neither of her pets could possibly think she meant to keep them permanently…

She let out a snort, and her smile spread into a smirk as she shifted away from the door and strode into the room.

She did not intend to let either of them entertain doubts or misgivings about their journey, or their Mistress. Momentum was the key. After all, slaves were hardly slaves if they were sexually off limits…

She began her morning as she intended to continue. Her pets squeaked and squealed as she settled herself onto the bed with them. As she stroked and caressed their naked thighs, pinching at nipples, flicking noses, and grinning lovingly down at them. And then she took each of their heads, first Amelia, and then Ethan, and gave them a firm, searching kiss to begin the day. Their first encounter with their Mistress, everyday going forward, would be an opportunity for them to demonstrate their gratitude. It wouldn’t always be a kiss of course, but Lillian did so adore the act of kissing her pets, that it would be often enough.

The important thing was that they displayed affection to their Mistress. The important thing was that she demonstrated she could touch any part of them, take anything she pleased from them. Their chastity addled brains would latch onto the few tidbits of pleasure she provided, and propel them naturally along the pathway she wished them to tred.

They were hers to control.

“Good morning my darlings. Ready to start the day?”

“Mistress…” Amelia moaned

“Could we—“ Ethan began, but was hushed with a single finger brushing his lips.

“Breakfast first dear ones. And you know how I prefer quiet mornings…” Lillian grinned and dangled a pair of ballgags before them, both a pleasingly deep shiny red. Her pets moaned, and writhed…and surrendered to her willingly enough.

With their ballgags properly secured, Lillian quickly untied them from their night restraints, stripping them down to collars, gags, and chastity devices only. She paused for a moment, admiring their naked bodies openly, drawing blushes from both of them. Then she briskly began, “Amelia, I want you dressed in your maid outfit. The latex one today. I want you feeling extra…you.” Lillian winked at the girl, enjoying the slight heating of her cheeks. “And I want Ethan to stay naked. Find some comfortable cuffs, but apart from that, and what you are in now my darling boy, you won’t have a stitch of clothing added.”

“Coulf ah…uhm, uh aaffronhh Ifftreff??” Ethan mumbled into his gag, his hands twitching as though wanting nothing more than to clasp them, or dry wash them. But he knew that Lillian disliked him covering his chastity locked cock, and so his hands stayed in place by his sides.

“An apron…” Lillian paused as though considering the concept. Ethan nodded, blushing as his hands twitched again, this time as though to pull the gag free of his mouth. It wasn’t locked on…it wasn’t even that tight. But neither of her pets would dream of ungagging themselves without permission at this point.

“Hmmm…well it does help frame that lovely ass of yours, and display it for me so nicely…” Lillian tapped her cheek, “But it covers up your locked cock…and I love seeing that helpless little member of yours too…”

Ethan let out a slight, muffled whimper.

“I suppose…I suppose I’ll allow it.” Lillian held up a finger, “But! In return…you’ll be sporting a plump little butt plug for me this morning.”

Ethan let out a choking gasp into his gag, but Lillian breezed by the blushing wheezing coming from him,

“Yes, a nice little plug. I’ve left one that I’d like you to try in the bathroom, along with an enema kit. Ensure you are quite clean before plugging yourself, and then present yourself to me in the living room. I’ll want to inspect things before breakfast preparation commences.”

Lillian turned to Amelia, “As for you darling girl…my room needs seeing to. And once that’s done and the two of you are fed…we shall begin today’s games!”

All things considered, given the state of the world, Lillian was rather proud that she had gotten the equipment that her pets were now experiencing. It hadn’t been easy.

She stood in her living room looking down at her submissives, both of whom were kneeling…or was that sitting?...on their very own sybians. She had managed a rush order, at the cost of only a few hundred extra pounds and a favour to her normal supplier of such goods. But she had both devices here…and cutting edge ones too.

Ethan and Amelia were both strapped into them, cuffs securing them to the devices at the ankles and then with large belts that crossed over their thighs to pinion them still further to the teasing boxes. Ethan’s butt plug, which Lillian had carefully selected, was actually a detachable piece of his sybian, programmed via Bluetooth to be able to sync and dock with the main contraption. It was now sending gentle pulses through his rear that had the boy squirming and groaning like mad. And it was only on the first setting.

Amelia’s chastity device remained secured, as Lillian hadn’t quite wanted to use the sybian’s dual dildo attachment to penetrate her just yet. Knowing Amelia, the girl simply wouldn’t be able to help herself, and that was hardly conducive to the game that Lillian wanted to play. So Amelia only got slightly more powerful vibrations than Ethan would feel. That would have to be enough for the fiery little slut.

Both of her pets were also sporting comfortable boxtied torsos and arms, courtesy of Lillian’s profusion of leather belts that she had busily strapped them down with. Lillian loved how both of them, entirely independently, were thrusting their chests out. Inviting their Mistress to look, to touch, to taste, as she pleased…

The final piece that she had added were the customized sensory deprivation hoods that she had had made some time ago. Not customized to her actual pets, to Lillian’s wistful chagrin, but customized to her needs. Truly custom fitted hoods would come soon enough, along with a further deluge of custom material once…certain life choices had been cemented.

But for the time being these hoods would suit her purposes. In addition to the isolation that they thrust upon both of her subbies, the hoods had been kitted out with additional Bluetooth enabled headsets and visualization screens. Allowing her to project audio and video into the depths of each hood. Ensuring that her sweet submissive sluts would only be able to see and hear what she wanted them to…for as long as she desired.

Lillian slowly paced around to face both of them, trailing reassuring fingers across each of their shoulders in turn. “Now then my lovelies…” her voice projected via a small microphone into their hoods, “Let me explain to you how this is going to work.”

She brushed a hand across Ethan’s hood, and then across Amelia’s, briefly cupping the girl chin and turning her face blindly upwards as she continued, “In a few moments I will switch on the vibrators that are built into the wonderful devices that you are bound against. These vibrations will be your test of endurance. You will face them with all the discipline you can bring to bear from now…until lunchtime.”

Both of her slaves let out groans.

“Yes,” Lillian continued, a gleeful smile flickering though her voice and across her face, “Several hours you’ll have to get through, without cumming, to win this challenge today. Do you know what you earn if you manage it?”

“Mmmmmrrggh!?” Her slaves chorused.

“If you defeat this task I’ve set for you…then this evening I will grant the two of you the privilege of one hour of unlocked sexual freedom with one another. You may screw like springtime bunnies for one whole hour…if you defeat my little gadgets…”

The sheer neediness in the moans that ripped from their gagged mouths nearly made Lillian stop there and then. If only to press herself against them. Drink in through physical touch their overwhelming desire for her, for each other, for pleasure at last. Such was the strength of their moans, that Lillian very nearly jettisoned her morning plan.

Nearly.

“But…” She allowed the word to hang in the air, reeling her slaves back in, “I feel that you both have a fair advantage since the chastity devices protect you from some of the more…immediate consequences of the vibrators. So the consequences of your orgasms will be…appropriately higher. Should either of you achieve orgasm, it will be an additional two weeks of chastity…for both of you.”

Gurgles of frantic denial, of pleading, briefly erupted from her pets. Lillian pulled firmly on their collars, bringing to an abrupt halt the potential wailing and figurative gnashing of teeth. She wanted to cackle with gleeful laughter. She wanted to caper about the room. Her pets objected. Well, they wanted to object. But they couldn’t bring themselves to do more than moan and squirm. Moan and squirm, like the pleasure slaves that they were fast becoming. No attempt at a safe word, though they knew them well. No attempt at frantic escape, though they knew she would swiftly unlock them if they genuinely panicked.

No, they moaned and squirmed…and otherwise held fast within their bonds.

Lillian wanted to squeal in joy herself. God but she loved her slave couple. She adored Ethan and Amelia. Separately they were wonderful, but together…together her pets were simply the best.

And so they deserved the best domme experience she could possibly give them.

“So control yourselves my darlings. Dig deep and endure the pleasure, the teasing, and the temptation that my sybian contraptions shall bring you. Do all of that for me…and bondage sex with one another can be yours. Indulge yourselves in unauthorized pleasure…and pay the price together.”

She pressed a button on her phone, and the buzz of the sybians clawed its way into hearing. Both of her slaves shuddered and moaned, their hips almost in sync as they began to gyrate and thrust against their bonds.

“Have fun slaves…I will be around should you need a reassuring voice or hand.” Lillian gave them both each one last loving caress on their hooded heads…and then stepped away. Pursued by needy moans, she softly stepped over to the couch and sank slowly down onto it. Watching her bound latex maid…and her naked boytoy…squirm, moan, grind, and struggle their way ever further into slavery…and into her heart.

Amelia and Ethan were each locked into their own isolated worlds by the bondage and their hoods. Cast into a seemingly endless realm of darkness, and helpless feeling of the pleasure derived from their vibrating tormentors. And yet…the darkness was soon broken by other sounds. Other visions.

Teasing crooning began to slowly seep into their ears. Amelia first, and then Ethan quickly recognized Lillian’s voice…but as a recording. Their Mistress had recorded herself teasing them. Egging them on as they writhed and struggled. Playfully warning them that this could be their last chance to orgasm for a long time. That the other half of their marriage might have already orgasmed…or had already orgasmed. Perhaps it was already too late. Perhaps they already owed another two weeks…or another four…wouldn’t it simply be better to play it safe? To ensure that at least one orgasm was their own? To not march even further down the pleasure wasteland of longer stints in chastity parched of all satisfaction?

Alongside one audio track that encouraged them to give in and cum, was another that congratulated them on their endurance. That lauded them, using their own little monikers and pet names that Lillian crooned to them during their snuggle sessions. Encouraging them to enjoy their bondage. To enjoy the loss of control. To revel in their sexual submission to Lillian. To be grateful to Mistress Lillian for caring for them. To know, in their heart of hearts, that Lillian was a caring, loving owner, who wanted only the best for her slaves. And they were her slaves, weren’t they? They couldn’t conceive of a world, of an identity, for themselves that did not involve Lillian in some aspect of their lives. Their marriage wonderful and solid as it was would somehow seem not…full…if Lillian was absent.

And so the two voices, the twin tracks of Lillian’s training, of her auditory domination, crooned and whispered, and murmured their sweet words into Ethan and Amelia’s ears. Dribbled them in like delicious honey, and lodged within each submissive’s brain. For accompanying them, arresting the eyes of both bound prisoners, were images. Specially selected from a number of photo shoots that Lillian had done at various points over the past decade, they spun and flickered about before the wide staring eyes of her captives. Lillian in leather biker gear. Lillian as a fetish equestrian girl. Lillian in latex oufits. Lillian in catsuits. Lillian as a school teacher. Lillian as a doctor. A therapist. A librarian. A policewoman. On and on it went. The pictures building themselves into a repository in the memories and minds of each prisoner. Driving into Ethan and Amelia’s minds the veritable hoard of fantasy possibilities with Lillian as their Mistress. Cementing in their brains that they only needed themselves…and Lillian.

Lillian’s lips curved in triumph as, less than an hour in to their ordeal, Ethan let out a wailing moan and orgasmed through his cage. She scooted herself a little further down on the couch, and planted her foot firmly against his hooded face. One orgasm down, which meant she felt it only fair that she could tease him more directly now too.

Less than ten minutes later, Amelia followed her husband, shaking and struggling in a frenzied state as she came hard. Lillian clicked her vibrator up another two notches, delighting in how it made the girl twitch and thrust, her body movements now no longer under her control. Her aroused brain hadn't the computing power any longer. Lust was in control.

Another month of chastity already…and her pets still had three hours to go.

How delightful…