Lillian sat on the couch, practically purring in satisfaction as Amelia’s latex gloved hands worked at massaging her shoulders. She made a show of reading her book, held with one hand, while the other absently stroked Ethan’s head. It was a mark of how inured to kink he had become that despite the strict hogtie and plump ballgag keeping him helpless and quiet, the young man was half-asleep as he enjoyed her caresses. Lillian smiled down at him, and then left off her sensual touches to briefly pick up a small remote and give a button two firm clicks. A faint buzzing began behind her, followed swiftly by Amelia gasping. Her fiery switchy submissive tightened her grip on Lillian’s shoulders for a moment, sucking in deep breaths as the vibrator nestled behind her chastity belt teased her with its burbling vibrations…before she managed to recover herself and continue to massage Lillian. Though now faintly moaning every now and then through her own gag.
Lillian smiled, her hand returning to stroking Ethan’s head as she allowed her mind to wander from the pages of her novel. Ethan and Amelia hadn’t had the faintest notion of what prolonged, enforced chastity would do to them. Mentally, physically, or sexually, neither of them had ever been placed in a position wherein their ability to have sex was not just delayed, but actively denied by a third party.
It was incredibly arousing for both of them…yet achingly frustrating as well. To know that every day, every moment, the two of them were locked away from each other. Kept from doing more than kiss and touch and ache by Lillian. Lillian, their devilishly seductive English friend, guide, and Mistress. The one who had slowly opened their minds and brought them into this world. Who had taken them ever deeper into bondage, domination, and submission. Who had reworked and remade their daily lives, and making the erotic, the titillating, the sublimely arousing a part of their normal routine.
Where once the newlyweds had passionately coupled every other night in enjoyment of each other, now they writhed against one another. No less passionately, sharpened to a most exquisite ache, they now touched and kissed, and pressed themselves to each other. Desperate for sensation. Desperate for pleasure. Yet denied it all. Tightly bound in belts or rope, often hooded now, and secured together so that every night was spent in arousing reminder of their joint submission and restraint. Every night knowing that their bound desperation was watched and enjoyed by the woman who held them in frustratingly arousing captivity. Both of them knowing that Lillian enjoyed their struggles and their vain efforts to pleasure each other…and that knowledge driving them on all the more to perform for each other and for their English Mistress.
Where once their days might have only dipped into kink every now and then, back many weeks ago when Lillian had first broached that Truth or Dare game, or indeed those first few bondage movie nights, now their days and nights were ruled by it. Some portion of every day was spent outside of the collars that they otherwise wore, but for Amelia and Ethan that was now the exception rather than the rule. Neither of her captives objected, indeed both of them positively reveled in the sensations that they could access now as her desperate chaste slaves.
Lillian hummed happily, depositing the book on top of Ethan’s back for a moment as she reached up and hooked a finger through Amelia’s collar, pulling the girl down to deliver a teasing kiss on her gag. She grinned as Amelia’s eyes, already swimming with need, tightened with arousal…and then she flicked the girl back to her position. Her wordless command evident. Back to massaging, slave.
Lillian’s grin widened as she heard the faint, almost despairing moan from behind her, and casually picked up her book again. Her other hand had never paused in its reassuring motions across Ethan’s naked skin, and the young man continued to drowse in his half slumber. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, drawing a small muffled sound from his gagged mouth, and Lillian gently booped his nose before continuing the steady motions of her hand across his shoulders and back. Since that delightful sybian game, wherein her pets had earned themselves so much more time under her lock and key, she had taken care to play with each of them individually. According to their needs and wants, so long as it didn’t interfere with her training program. Lillian was a firm believer in ensuring that such playtime be as enjoyable as possible for her submissives, linking their pleasure and delight in kink inescapably to her as their domme. Which necessitated that each enjoy hours and hours of playful training alone with her.
Lillian giggled. Such sacrifices she made for her playthings.
Sessions with Amelia allowed Lillian to fully cut loose with her domineering approach, overridding the fiery young woman’s capacity to resist through sheer dominance. She had gotten to play out a mutually favourite scene just last night, strapping Amelia up tightly into a leather armbinder, and then hoisting the girl’s arms up into a strict strappado position. Amelia had moaned and squirmed as Lillian had pressed herself against the girl’s rump, forcing her legs apart with a booted foot.
“I bet my little Pet would love to feel my strapon, wouldn’t she?” Lillian had teased, letting her hands grope and caress Amelia’s butt and outer thighs.
“I…mmmm…I think I’d rattooooooo…” the beginnings of a saucy response suddenly trailed off into needy whimpers as Lillian flicked her fingers in between Amelia’s legs…caressing the inner parts of her thighs. The girl panted and jerked in her restraints, her mind clouding over with sudden lust as her hips thrust in useless invitation.
“Mmmm, were you saying something…Pet?” Lillian had chuckled, continuing to trail delicate touches along Amelia’s quivering thighs…until she withdrew them and delivered a hard firm spank.
SMACK
“Eeeeep!!”
“I believe your Mistress asked you a question, Pet.” Lillian had smirked as her fingers returned to trailing along Amelia’s inner thighs, tapping against the hard metal of her chastity belt.
“I…I don’t…”
SMACK
“Eeeeeuunnnnhhhggghhhhh…” Amelia’s squeal had become a strangled groan as Lillian pressed her fingers hard against the metal shield that covered her pussy, rising to a keening whimper when the older woman released her.
“Does my Pet…”
SMACK
“…want to get fucked…”
SMACK
“…by my strapon?”
SMACK
Amelia had jerked, and quivered, and shuddered in her bonds, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as her brain had attempted to cobble together some sort of response. Some sort of logical string of words that would either get her to that long desired release, or at least stop the mind-fogging teasing from Lillian. Yet nothing suggested itself. Nothing at least that allowed her to preserve any sense of being in charge, or somehow able to assert herself. So after long, achingly frustrating seconds, Amelia had let her head hang and mumbled, “Y-yes Mistress…pl-please…I…I want to get f-fucked…”
Lillian had chuckled, stepping around the squirming, bound form of her Pet while trailing her hand along Amelia’s back. Until she reached the girl’s collar, wrapping a finger through the d-ring to pull her head up, just as she crouched down. Meeting Amelia’s desperate gaze with an amused playful one of her own. Her fingers curving around Amelia’s chin with tender affection as she leaned in until her lips were inches from the girl’s own.
“Too bad.”
Lillian had risen to her feet, leaving a flabbergasted Amelia to buck and moan, shuddering and practically shrieking with need as Lillian thrust a ballgag firmly into her mouth. It was what made playing with Amelia delicious after all, taking the woman’s natural desire to tease and titillate and turning the tables on her. Making her ask, making her beg, and rejecting her wants out of hand. Leaving the girl aching and keening for more of whatever Lillian dangled before her. Whether that was getting pleasured, getting to fuck her husband…or getting to fuck her Mistress. Planting the seeds of wanting her Mistress to fuck her was especially delicious, even though that was an activity that as yet had never occurred. Lillian fucking either of them had been a fantasy, a package of ideas and desires that she had teased Ethan and Amelia with separately and together with increasing frequency since locking them away in chastity.
Lillian had wiled away another hour with Amelia in that position. Alternating between delivering stinging spanks and reminding her of her status as Lillian’s chastity locked pleasure pet. Circling the spasming young woman and running her fingers along her heaving sides in touches that ran a gamut between teasingly erotic touches and fiery tickling sessions that left them both gasping for air.
“You love being owned like this, don’t you Amelia?” Lillian had murmured as the latest tickling barrage had ended. The younger woman had gasped several times into her gag before squealing as Lillian had lifted her fingers again in mock threat and frantically nodded, burbling unintelligible acceptances into her gag.
“Mmmmm, that’s what I thought.” Lillian had chuckled, running her hands soothingly along the girl’s rump and thighs, sending goosebumps and tingles of arousal shooting up and down Amelia’s body. She had nodded and soothed the young woman, “Such a good girl, such a good girl, taking my little tickles and my touches…you love how I tease and control you, don’t you Pet?”
Amelia had quivered and nodded, moaning into her gag as Lillian had playfully tweaked her naked nipples with one hand, the other resting once again between the fiery switch’s legs, teasing her chastity belt covered pussy. Making her go nearly cross eyed with need as she inadvertently began slowly gyrating and thrusting her hips as best she could.
“Mmmmm, there’s my good little slut…there she is…yesssss…” Lillian had continued to whisper to her, encouraging her actions with words as her hands continued to work their own magic. Teasing Amelia’s nipples. Running up and down her sides. Groping and squeezing her rump and thighs. And always…always returning to caressing that metal covering. Always teasing of the possibilities that could be had if only she wasn’t locked in chastity. If only Amelia still retained the sexual freedom that she had surrendered…or if only her Mistress would allow her a release. And it was at that moment, when Amelia’s inner mind was focused entirely upon Lillian’s touches. Upon her oh-so-expert fingers. And upon the words crooned into her ear as she gasped and moaned into her gag. That was the moment that Lillian had delivered her verbal blow of the evening.
“You’re glad I locked you in chastity aren’t you Amelia? You’re glad I control when you get to orgasm…aren’t you Pet?”
And Amelia had nodded. Had moaned, and whimpered, and bucked in her bonds…but she had nodded. Her hips never stopping in their desperate, hopeless thrusting against Lillian’s fingers, her eyes turned in hopeless appeal towards Lillian’s own…yet she had nodded. Whether in true defeat or simply from being caught up in the moment, it was another marker of surrender, another checkpoint reached along the path that Lillian had coaxed her down.
“Yeff Mifftreff,” Amelia had mewled through her gag, her eyes begging in all the ways that Lillian had wanted her to, “unnnghhh fhank…fhank ooouuuuu…”
“Good girl,” Lillian had purred, her hand briefly pressing more firmly between Amelia’s legs, drawing a gasp from the quivering girl, before withdrawing so that she could cup the woman’s chin with it. Her other hand still kneading and groping her breasts. Amelia whimpered and moaned, her desperate eyes still snared by Lillian’s own. Still lost in the depths of her Mistress’ gaze. Lillian had smiled at her, stroking her cheek for a moment, before she had blindfolded Amelia. Before she had rigged up a pair of nipple vibrators and a wand vibrator for between her legs, all set to the lowest setting. A setting that would simply buzz and heat and tease, while never getting anywhere close to the level Amelia needed to cum. And with the spreader bar keeping her from getting any pressing or friction going between her legs, Lillian’s fiery switchy tease of a captive would be able to do nothing save stand there in her bondage and her submission and simply…exist. Simply feel the sensations that Lillian wanted her to feel.
Lillian smiled, back in the present, and reached back once more to casually run a hand across Amelia’s hip. She had left the girl with those vibrators for another hour before finally letting her go. And all day today she had reaped the visual rewards. Amelia had been flushed and constantly wanting Lillian’s touch. Leaping to obey and begging silently with her eyes for more of her Mistress’ fingers. Or feeling her Mistress caress her face with a foot.
“Amelia, darling, come around in front of me.” Lillian murmured, giving the girl’s hip a light slap before returning both her hands to caressing and massaging Ethan’s drowsing head. The young man remained in his half awake slumber, mumbling and softly groaning with enjoyment into his gag as Lillian expertly massaged his scalp. Lillian enjoyed watching him for a moment before Amelia appeared in front of her, the soft clink of chains following her movements as she elegantly settled onto her knees before her Mistress and captive husband.
“Remove your gag Pet,” Lillian said softly, raising her foot to hover before Amelia’s face. The girl flushed, raising her hands slowly to unbuckle her ball gag and letting it dangle around her neck. Lillian always preferred that gags remained there, as a potent reminder that speech could always be removed at her whim.
“Kiss my foot.”
Amelia flushed, bending forward to kiss, her eyes darting between the foot before her and Lillian’s face. Lillian for her part smiled at her as trembling kisses were planted upon her sole…and then roused Ethan gently to watch his wife. The bashful boy went wide-eyed at the sight before him, squirming in his bonds as Lillian kept one hand firmly on his head, preventing him from looking away.
“Isn’t she so cute down there on her knees like that?” Lillian chuckled, enjoying how both of her pets flushed and squirmed. “Do you like watching your wife worship my feet?”
Ethan groaned, thrusting his hips into the couch as he watched Amelia. Lillian grinned, her other hand drifting down his body to begin groping his exposed ass, making the boy groan with renewed energy.
“I asked you a question, my bashful little Toy. Do you like watching your wife like this?”
Ethan blushed again before finally managing to nod, letting out a high pitched squeal as Lillian spanked him sharply once on each ass cheek.
“Mmmm, good boy.” Lillian grabbed Ethan and pulled him up and backwards, exposing his stomach and his achingly tight chastity locked cock. The boy bleated and moaned into his gag. He knew what was coming, the sorts of games that Lillian delighted in playing with him. Amelia moaned as well, but Lillian pressed her foot slightly more forcefully into the girl’s mouth and wagged a reproving finger at her, “If my little Pet wants that vibrator to stay on, then she must watch my games quietly like a good girl…”
Amelia gasped around her footgag and mumbled her acceptance, blushing redder as Lillian smirked at her. At Lillian’s further direction she used both her hands to support Lillian’s leg, allowing the dominant woman to turn her full attention to the squirming Ethan in her lap.
Playing with Ethan was a different sort of enjoyment, though equal in how much delight and arousal Lillian derived from it. Ethan retained enough of his shy, retiring nature, that Lillian didn’t want to put him off by appearing too overwhelming, two aggressive, in her interactions with him. So while Amelia was confronted with blunt, in her face, denial and bondage, Ethan’s play times were usually softer affairs. Though no less sensually agonizing for the young man.
Lillian began to slowly stroke her fingers along his caged cock, feeling how the boy stiffened and moaned beneath her. Feeling how his muscles bunched and bulged as his body quivered in its bondage. Helpless…and loving it, judging by the way his cock surged to fill every scrap of space within its tight confining cage.
“Mmmmm…my Toy loves it when his Mistress plays with his caged cock…”
“Mmmmhhhmmmm!” Ethan moaned, his hips trying to thrust himself more fully into her hand.
Lillian giggled, winking at Amelia for a moment before turning her eyes back to the wide eyed boy in her lap. Her hand continued to move, trailing fingers up and down. Up and down his straining, caged cock. Every motion bringing a new whimper from Ethan’s lips. Every moment of pressure drawing quivering movement from his bound limbs.
“You’re my good boy, aren’t you Ethan?”
“Mmmmhhmmmm…”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
Whimper. Moan. Whimper.
“My sweet little Toy.”
“Ggnnnnmmmmmggg…”
Stroke. Stroke. Squeeze.
Thrust. Whimper. Gasp.
“My sweet little boy who loves being stroked in his cage.”
“Nnnggggaaaaahhhhhh…”
Stroke. Stroke. Squeeze.
Grunt. Groan. Gasp.
“Does my Toy want to cum?”
Ethan’s eyes somehow got even wider, and he frantically nodded his head, whimpering into his gag as his hips thrust against her.
“Beg me.”
“Pleaff! Miftrefff! Pleaf leff eee uummm…”
Lillian continued to stroke his caged cock several more times, her eyes drifting over to Amelia who was still busily worshiping her foot. Lillian removed her foot, giving the girl a moment to breathe before thrusting her other foot into her mouth. Amelia flushed in embarrassed pleasure, her eyes on Lillian. Lillian gave her another wink, before turning back to Ethan.
“No.”
The boy closed his eyes with a loud moan, Lillian’s fingers still moving up and down his caged member. Then he felt a finger curl beneath his chin, felt his eyes snap open despite himself, and felt Lillian’s gaze lock with his own once more.
“Beg me. Again.”
“Pleraf leff ee uummmm Miftreeffff! Pleaf! Unnngggghhh…Miftreefff pleaaaaffff…”
Lillian smiled, and bent herself down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead, before meeting his gaze again. Her eyes twinkling with amused pleasure. His own shining with the desperate knowledge of what was coming.
“No.”
Ethan groaned, his body shuddering with little spasms that raced up and down his tightly hogtied form. Lillian murmured soothingly to him as he arced his back and wailed into his gag. As he struggled and squirmed in her arms, she kept him hugged snugly to her self still whispering reassurances. He was her good boy. He was doing so well as her submissive. He was cared for and loved by his darling wife, and his domineering Mistress. Murmuring these and more as Ethan bucked and struggled and wailed and groaned…until he finally began to quiet down. Until Lillian’s reassuring words, gentle caresses, and firm embrace finally settled him down. Finally reassured him that he was safe, and cared for, and helplessly captive. And then…she would tell him to beg again. And again. And again, until he once more lost himself in desperate struggling, and Lillian would murmur her words, switch her hands from teasing to reassuring, and bring her boy back from the brink again. Over and over, for as long as she pleased, until Ethan was a borderline mindless, mewling and quivering lump of submission and aching frustration.
It was one of Lillian’s favourite games with him. Tying him up and stroking his caged cock, giving him a chastity handjob that never ended, could never end, with anything other than more denial, more frustration, and more aching need for her control. Telling him no, making him beg and ask questions that resulted in her denying him, all to make him sink deeper into submission. Deeper into that wonderful mental state that recognized he had no ability to resist what she wanted. He would stay denied as long as she wanted him to stay denied. His wife would watch him, or not watch him, as Lillian preferred. He could beg for whatever he wanted, and still would not obtain anything apart from what made him a better submissive, a better husband, a better slave.
“Beg me. Again.”
“Pleaff…”
“No.”
Ethan shuddered again, his chest heaving with pent up frustration as her hand continued to stroke his caged cock, “Pleaff Miftreefff I Neee…”
“No. You want. And you cannot have.” Lillian brushed some of his hair away from his eyes, smiling down at him, “But you never know, lovely boy. You might convince me, if you can find the words…”
Ethan bucked in his bonds, wailing into his gag. Amelia added her own needy groans to the noises in the room that Lillian luxuriated in. Enjoying the aching desire, the lust-filled groans and growls of her submissive pets. Enjoying that both of them were in this moment utterly focused on pleasing her. That though these games were enjoyable, both of them so badly wanted to cum…yet continued to willingly submit their sexual desires and their need to her. To their Mistress.
Lillian giggled, waiting until he subsided, and then gripped his chin, making him face her again.
Making him see her, as she murmured.
“Again. Beg me.”
Her two submissives were simply so adorably delicious in every way…Lillian never wanted to let them go.
Her life had improved in so many ways. Beyond the simple and exquisite pleasure of training her new pets, she now had a pair of servants to take care of the normal drudgery of upkeep. Chores continued to be completed by her young couple, with Amelia in full latex maid gear nearly every day…and Ethan lucky to receive an apron or some latex shorts when Lillian felt generous. Despite the many weeks of cleaning her flat in his birthday suit, Ethan still blushed so appealingly whenever Amelia or Lillian glanced his way.
Here too a routine was gradually established. Ethan was responsible for breakfast and lunch, as well as generally keeping the kitchen tidy. While he was engaged in such tasks, Amelia would often be used as a cuddle pet or a bound reading buddy, if Lillian was feeling sympathetic towards her Pet’s dislike of early mornings, or more actively played with. Lillian did rather enjoy making the girl take a firm spanking or flogging, while bent over and posing oh so prettily in her maid outfit. Sometimes in sight of her blushing husband, sometimes walled away in the guest room which was rapidly becoming the flat’s dungeon.
Amelia’s chores involved tidying up the remainder of the flat in her slick latex maid outfit, including her restraints. Lillian often spent the afternoon working, with Ethan either kneeling beside her or massaging her shoulders or feet. Or reading a book, with Ethan swapping in for his wife as her fiction companion and snuggle pet. He squirmed and blushed so deliciously when she caressed his naked body, coaxing little moans and groans from him as she murmured her afternoon play session plans to her sweet boy.
More than anything though, since imprisoning her guests in chastity, Lillian enjoyed fishing for kisses from her subbies. Especially in encouraging their wonderfully different approaches. Amelia would come to her, all flash and fire, chains clinking and straining as she did her best to put on a seductive approach. She would daringly settle her hands on Lillian’s hips, her lips pouting for a kiss, her eyes afire with need, trying her very best to pose as someone who deserved to be in charge. Who was in control, despite her costume and her restraints, despite the collar around her neck and the chastity belt locked around her waist…and she lost control at the very moment of contact between their lips. Lost it as Lillian enjoyably reasserted herself. Thrusting her tongue into Amelia’s mouth. Sometimes allowing Amelia to remain seated upon her lap, sometimes flipping her around to pin her against a wall, a chair, or a couch. She would grip the girl’s collared neck, force her against a surface, and kiss her until Amelia gasped that she belonged to Lillian.
Ethan, by contrast, would approach her shyly, often with blushes and mumbles and sit never to her. Sometimes, even better, kneeling next to her. Then her boy would ask in his shy way if he could perhaps kiss his Mistress. Lillian would smile, and make some show of thinking about it to make him squirm, before gently hooking a finger through his collar, drawing him up from his knees or from where he was sitting, to enjoy a soft press of lips together. The interplay of their tongues gently exploring one another’s mouths. And the small quivers and moans that so often slipped free from her boy in those moments as she pulled fresh words from him. Thanking her for keeping him captive. Appreciating her training him and Amelia. Delighting in her collar wrapped around his neck. And always, always, gratitude for her loving care of them both.
Their shared thoughts, feelings, and potential fears was another major reason why Lillian left them ungagged at night, beyond the safety concerns. She wanted them free to talk to one another, to discuss how they felt with their continued training and how their lives were becoming intertwined with Lillian’s own. She dreaded any distance that might emerge between her lovely couple, and so strove in every activity to ensure that they understood her role as adding to the relationship. Never subtracting from their love for one another, nor in any way trying to drive them apart. They simply had a third person to whom they owed obedience, lust, and adoration. And so she continued to acclimatize them to her touch, ensuring that they both felt and understood she could tease and caress them anywhere she pleased, and that she delighted in coaxing from their desperate tongues the begging words that pleaded with her to do more. To knead breasts, tweak nipples, stroke cages, and trail fingers along oh so sensitive thighs. To whisper fantasies and possibilities into quivering ears. To kiss lips and necks, to massage and titillate in every sensitive area that Lillian came to know between the two of them. To take them ever forward, and ever downwards, into the abyss of arousal, the depths of submission. Within the walls of her flat, Lillian was carefully building a new world and life for all three of them.
For there was a destination in mind of course. Lillian had been carefully curating their kink journey towards that final wonderful place.
After weeks of chastity, weeks of frustration, weeks of servitude, of denial, of aching need…Lillian was finally ready to address that most formidable barrier. The one against which she had been preparing all her efforts, ensuring their acclimation to their roles, their comfort in her domination, their trust of Lillian. Building up to this.
Adding Lillian to their sex lives.
Nothing so crass as to demand that Ethan or Amelia fuck her. Lillian had firmly decided that the submissive couple needed to retain that special intimacy. But simply according her a place within that most intimate area of their relationship, as they had already done for nearly every other component of their pandemic lockdown lives. It seemed a simple enough proposition. Especially with both of them believing that they might be stuck in chastity for many months.
After all, Lillian had been perfectly willing to (seemingly reluctantly) grant them orgasms. Each time giving in as though Amelia, her fiery Pet, or Ethan, her bashful Toy, had somehow managed to convince her. Had somehow managed to overcome her resistance to them receiving pleasure…yet nothing could be further from the truth. She wanted them desperate. She wanted them begging. She wanted them to associate her approval, her permission, with their pleasure. And so despite being in chastity, her adorable submissive couple was still getting to cum at least once, sometimes twice a week.
As so many young men did, Ethan had a particular thing for blowjobs, and the boy blushed so appealingly when he murmured his desire for one from his wife. Such requests were met with aroused flushes, bitten lips, and growls of interest from Amelia, who was ever so eager to take her husband’s desperate cock in her mouth. Lillian would teasingly unlock him from chastity, though always keeping him collared and bound, and then direct a tightly restrained Amelia to begin sucking.
While his wife would flick her tongue over his rapidly stiffening cock, and then slowly take him within her mouth, Ethan would be seductively kissed by Lillian. Unable to respond with the gag in his mouth at first, he was always rapidly reduced to utter utter incoherence as his wife’s mouth closed around his member, as his gag was pulled free and Lillian’s tongue stole inside to remind him that he was owned. Lillian would touch him, and kiss him, and murmur over and over what a good boy he was. What an obedient slave he was. And encourage Amelia in her sucking…drawing out the exquisite torture of the blowjob for many long minutes before Ethan was finally given permission to cum.
Amelia for her part went back and forth between availing herself of Ethan’s mouth, or of stocking up her ‘points’ to purchase a strapon session courtesy of Ethan. She largely delighted in saving up so that Ethan had to fuck her with a strapon, teasing her husband with how close he was to screwing her himself…with Ethan’s oral skills mostly called upon only when Lillian had stirred her arousal to such a level that Amelia lost her ability to be patient. Lillian hardly had to intervene at all during Amelia’s pleasure sessions, since the girl seemed more than capable of driving both of them wild with lust. But she would anyway. Positioning herself in front of Amelia, she would force the woman to tell her fantasies that Lillian inspired in her, all while Ethan was thrusting a rubber cock into Amelia. Amelia would have to launch into familiar refrains about how grateful she was to be owned, how much she adored submitting to Lillian, and that she never wanted to be let go. That she lusted after her Mistress, and her husband. That she wanted to be treated like a desperate, denied sex pet. That she had found her happiness here, in submission to Lillian.
Of course, fun as those activities were for all involved, neither of her captives had been allowed actual sex yet…but then, neither had been able to muster up the control necessary to earn sufficient ‘points’ in Lillian’s book to justify being unlocked for sex. That, coupled with the overall reduction from Amelia and Ethan’s usual level of sexy fun with each other made for a good position for Lillian to broach the next phase in their submissive journey. If the couple made the right choice, if they agreed to her plan for this evening, they would at last be able to have that most troublesome and elusive of quarries: bondage sex.
Later that evening, after the remainder of the chores were done, Lillian had assembled her two sweet submissives in the master bedroom once more. Though Amelia and Ethan still technically were using it as their own, Lillian was rapidly approaching the point where she would be back to using it as well. That would be another major shift in and of itself, sharing a room with her pets…all while they were tied up and kept helpless for her. Her pets might earn nights in the bed with her, though Lillian expected they’d spend plenty of time in the alternative sleeping arrangements she was still putting together.
For now though, her couple was still sleeping within…though just now they were both kneeling in front of her. Hands cuffed behind them, collared and chastity locked, both of them grinning nervously with those adorable flushed faces up at her. Lillian had stripped them both down apart from their bondage. She wanted them feeling a little exposed. A little on edge, though still well protected and safe within the realm of their game.
“So,” Lillian’s single word set Amelia and Ethan quivering a little on their knees as they both squirmed in place, “I wanted to talk to the pair of you about changing up the way that chastity works.”
“Changing?” Ethan stammered, at the same time that Amelia blurted, “Can we…can we…?”
Lillian chuckled, “Are my pets hoping that I might let them actually fuck each other?”
The blunt statement made both of her submissives blush bright red…though both of them nodded in embarrassed hope.
Lillian’s lips curved, “I want you both to say it.” She leaned forward, a finger beneath each submissive chin, and looked between them slowly, her gaze deliberately smoky, “I want to hear you say that you want to fuck…”
Amelia giggled suddenly, her cheeks still red as she licked at her lips and murmured in as sultry a fashion as she could, “We want to fuck, Mistress…don’t we sweetie?”
Ethan swallowed and flushed, “ I…we…ye-yeah…we…we want to f-fuck, Mistress…”
“Mmmm, well that’s good.” Lillian smiled, running her hands along each of their jawlines, “That’s very good. Because the change I’m considering would let you…for a price.”
She let her smile widen as her pets moaned and squirmed, their eyes shining at her with nerves and lust.
“I have enjoyed taking you into my web of chastity frustration and denial.” Her fingers again running along each of their neck’s in turn, “Making you give me more time in return for being allowed the simple pleasures you once enjoyed. Giving you more time for displeasing me, for dallying in tasks, for simply not performing as expected. All of this and more has earned you months in your cage,” She flicked Ethan’s nose, “And in your belt,” She curved a finger beneath Amelia’s chin and gave it a sensual twist. “But I’ve grown rather tired of keeping track of the precise amount of time each of you have remaining. And delightful as it has been to see the two of you squirm every time I extend your time…I want something more from you.”
Lillian thrust herself up from the bed, and paced around her captives in a slow sensual circle. Allowing the quiet tension to build in them, allowing their minds to race with the possibilities of what she might be about to ask of them.
She paused behind them, bending down so that she could place her head between them, one arm wrapped around each of them.
“I will stop tracking the precise amount of chastity time the two of you have remaining…and you will simply become locked for me. Under my control, with no definitive end date.” She felt shivers race up their bodies, and smiled as she continued, “In return for surrendering any definitive end date to your sex lives being controlled by your Mistress…you will both get to enjoy those intimate and carnal relations with one another that you’ve missed these long…long weeks.” Lillian breathed in deeply and then brought their heads close together so that she could moan the word into both of their ears at once, “Sex…”
“Mistress, I…” Amelia began.
“That is…” Ethan stammered.
“No.” Lillian chuckled, handgagging both of them at once. Her slaves moaned beneath them, squirming in their cuffs and trying to turn their heads…but not trying too hard. Not struggling as though genuinely trying to escape. No, this was the struggle of someone who simply needed an outlet for the emotions, the feelings, the sheer physical desire that Lillian’s plan had sparked in them.
Lillian wanted to squeal in delight at just how much her submissives wanted her…wanted her control…wanted her ownership. But she still had to reel them in. Still needed to land them firmly, and forever, in her net.
“Such an offer is not to be immediately accepted or rejected,” Lillian continued, her hands keeping her playthings silent and attentive, “I want you both to carefully consider this…if you manage to muster up the self control to do it, you might be out of chastity in three months time with our current games. Hard, I grant you my darlings, but doable. If you both agree to this, and it must be both of you, then chastity doesn’t end. In effect, playtime will never really end with this sort of control.” She gave a soft sigh, her thumbs stroking their cheeks while holding them still silent with her hands, “In return for sacrificing your control over your sexual lives, I shall of course feel far more free to grant releases, pleasure, sex, and all manner of delights…for they shall be mine to grant. Just as you both will become truly mine. My Toy” She released Ethan’s mouth to pull his head back and deliver a sensual kiss to his open and begging mouth before hand-gagging him again, “My Pet,” Lillian wrenched Amelia’s head back, making the girl moan loudly, and delivered a fiery kiss to the fiery switch before also re-handgagging her. “Mine.”
She held them there for another few moments, reveling in their submission as they knelt and panted into her hands before she rose to her feet and released their mouths, “I will be back when you call for me. Take all the time you need.”
And she strode from the room, her heart singing in her chest with glee and tension. Hoping that she had done enough. Hoping that her two glorious, gorgeous, captives decided the way she ardently hoped they would. Hoping that when she walked back into that room, it would be to submissive smiles and that final ultimate piece she had longed for. Hoping that she hadn’t overdone it at last…
In the end there wasn’t really all that much to think about. Lillian had done her job very well over the past many weeks. Her pets had enjoyed themselves every day, with every new game, every new kinky take on chores, every playdate, and every bondage sleep. Lillian had inveigled herself into their lives that neither especially wanted things to have an end date. And anyway, it wasn’t like they could go anywhere with the pandemic still raging beyond their walls. What did it matter that Lillian would dictate when and how often they got to fuck, if every day was one of pleasure, kinky debauchery, and fun? Besides, Lillian had proved herself over and over with the level of care that she lavished upon them. Never stinting in her desire to make them comfortable, to respect their limits, to ensure above all that Ethan and Amelia felt safe in surrendering themselves to her.
So after fifteen minutes of Lillian waiting with butterflies in her stomach, she heard Amelia’s voice call from the room, “Mistress, could you come back in?”
Lillian came back, now wearing her silken gown that so often made its appearance when she was teasing her pets in bed, her confident smile in place to disguise her inner turmoil, and she calmly seated herself before her two kneeling pets, “Well my darlings?”
“We…” Amelia licked at her lips, flushing a little. Ethan was red-faced beside her, but quiet as his wife continued, “We want you to…to do as you said. But…” She looked up with a mischievously stubborn sort of smile, “We want…we want a guarantee that at least…at least once a week we get to fuck each other…” Amelia blushed a little at the last bit, but met Lillian’s stare with a confident one of her own.
“Once a week at minimum for sexy playtime for my darling pets?” Lillian chuckled and winked at a blushing Ethan, before returning her twinkling eyes to Amelia, “I think that’s more than fair. I know you’ve both experienced quite a bit of denial these past weeks, but now that your keys are staying with me…” She chuckled again, reaching out to pull both of them up so that they knelt upright before her, heads at level with her breasts, “You’ll find my addition of chastity is far more about control than about denial. Going forward, I imagine it will be rare for you to be given only the minimum…unless of course you displease me greatly.” Lillian chuckled as both of her submissives shuddered and blushed, “Somehow, my darlings, I think you’ll do your very best to not do that…”
Relieved, bashful laughter greeted her words, and Lillian’s grin exploded into a joyful giggle of her own, that ended with a pair of hard kisses for each of her wonderful submissives.
“Now then, since we’re all agreed…I think I owe a reward to both of you for being such obedient pets and surrendering yourselves to me.” Lillian stood, and gestured at Amelia, “Up on the bed Pet. Its time that you both got to enjoy yourselves.” She pointed at Ethan, “Stand up and turn around. You’re going to help me tie up your lovely wife.”
Lillian uncuffed both of them and then tossed several bundles of rope to Ethan, “I want Amelia’s legs properly frogtied. Just like I’ve shown you before.”
Ethan flushed as he moved behind his wife, who took the opportunity to shake her rump at him in a slow, seductive pattern. Ethan groaned, and then whimpered as Amelia extended a leg out to brush her foot over his caged cock.
“I want thaaaaat…” Amelia crooned at him, looking over her shoulder.
“Then be a good girl and put your hands together,” Lillian snapped playfully, grabbing Amelia by the hair and pulling her back around to face forwards. Amelia growled at her, and Lillian smiled, “Ethan, darling, if your wife continues to be a tease, you’ve my permission to spank her tight little butt.”
"He wouldn’t…” Amelia began
SMACK
Lillian had to stiffle a guffaw as Amelia’s eyes fairly bulged out of her rapidly reddening face. She pulled against Lillian’s hand which still held her by the hair, looking back at her husband who was sporting a smug (if blushing) expression of his own.
“I think you’ll find,” Lillian smirked, “That Ethan will do precisely what I tell him. Now, hands together.” She watched as Amelia placed her wrists together, her face still red, and began to wind rope around and around, eventually cinching it tightly in place. Lillian got up off the bed and began to run her hands along Amelia’s naked body, titillating and teasing the young woman with her touch as Ethan finished binding her legs into a frogtie. Lillian murmured a few additional instructions, some final preparations for Amelia’s particular positioning. Once all was in place, she produced the keys for their chastity devices.
Amelia’s was the first to be removed, Lillian’s fingers tracing patterns on her goosebumping flesh as the belt was slowly peeled away. Next, was Ethan’s cage. She removed the plastic cage, setting it off to one side and taking hold of his stiffening member.
“By the way darling, going forward I’m going to fit you with a nice metal cage,” Lillian purred, her hand slowly stroking Ethan’s cock. Up and down, up and down. He moaned, and she smiled, rising up slightly so that she could look down into his eyes, “Since your chastity is becoming permanent, it just makes sense that your cage communicate that sort of permanent captivity.” She slowly moved behind him, still stroking his cock, and laid her chin on his shoulder, her mouth practically touching his ear as she crooned, “Don’t you think?”
“Mmmmmm…y-yes Mistress…” He shuddered as she pressed herself into him, stroking him more as he stiffened into a pleasant hardness. His hands writhed in their cuffs, touching her thighs, making her want to moan as well. But softly…softly still, Lillian didn’t want to spook her boy. She began to shuffle him closer to the bed, closer to where Amelia was slowly shifting and moaning on the bed, wriggling her butt and slick pussy invitingly for Ethan’s cock. Lillian wasn’t going to release either of them from their bonds for their sexy times though. No, this time, she intended to participate in their lovemaking.
“Good boy.” She gripped his cock, drawing a fresh moan, and murmured, “I own this cock, just like I own you.”
“Mmm-mmhhmmm…” Ethan whimpered.
“Do you want to fuck your wife, Ethan?” Lillian asked lightly, keeping a tight grip on his hard cock, her other arm wrapped around his stomach.
“Gaaaaaaaah, y-yes Mistress!”
“Well?”
She felt him shudder again.
“I…I…Please…Please let me fuck…fuck my wife, Mistress!”
Lillian smiled, giving him a kiss just above his collar, “Such a good slave. I think you’ve earned it…now, why don’t you set those hands of yours to work.” Ethan was momentarily perplexed, until Lillian widened her stance slightly and caught one of his hands between her thighs. Ethan shivered, opening his mouth, but nothing came out as Lillian began stroking him again. Pressing him towards his wife, and tweaking his nipples as well.
“Show me your gratitude slave,” Lillian growled sensually, her hand leaving off his nipples for a moment to grope his rear, “Show me..aaaahhhhh…”
Ethan’s tentative movement between her thighs made her hitch her breath. She clenched and rode his fingers, using the simple friction of his placement to heat herself. No penetration, not yet at least, but it was enough. Enough of a step forward for her boy, pleasuring his Mistress even as he fucked his wife. Speaking of which…
“Ggnnnanaarrrggghhhh!” Ethan let out a thankful and plaintive groan of pleasure as Lillian pressed him forward and into his wife, holding his cock steady to feed it into Amelia. Amelia moaned, and then squealed as Lillian delivered a pair of rapid and hard spanks.
“Doesn’t your husband’s cock feel wonderful, Pet? So much more special than a strapon fucking, isn’t it?”
Amelia could only nod, her normally smart mouth momentarily taken up with more important things like remembering to breathe as Ethan slowly thrust. In and out, in and out, keeping at a steady rhythm. The pace that Lillian forced him to maintain as she pressed herself into him, gyrating on his cuffed, slick hands as she kept a hand firmly plastered over his mouth, and her other arm wrapped around his waist. She was in control, Ethan could only fuck as she wanted him to…and she wasn’t done teasing him yet.
“Mmmmm, how’s my Toy holding up?” Lillian giggled into his ear, letting her voice become husky and thready with desire. Ethan moaned, his face flushed, and the domme chuckled as she bit his ear with sensual energy, “Perhaps you’re more comfortable giving her a strapon fucking these days hmmm? Maybe we should switch your cock out for a rubber one…”
Ethan squealed and tried to shake his head, mumbling and moaning into her hand. Lillian trailed several more kisses over his neck and then murmured heatedly, “I guess you can prove me wrong, can’t you Toy? But no cumming until I say.”
SPANK
“Got it?”
Ethan communicated in no uncertain terms that he, indeed, got it.
Then she was reaching past him, touching Amelia. Touching her thighs, and her butt, as Ethan continued to fuck her. Making him watch as her fingers trailed up his wife’s back. Eventually Lillian released his mouth, and slowly maneuvered away from behind Ethan to next to the fucking couple. Now her hands were free to tease them both for a time. Tweaking at their nipples. Fondling Amelia’s swaying breasts. Delivering teasing spanks to Ethan’s thighs, and Amelia’s rump. Trailing fingers over Amelia’s body over and over, crooning to her to enjoy the sensations. Enjoy the dual attention of her husband and her Mistress.
Then Lillian was settling onto the bed, pulling Amelia’s arms up to thread her legs and body beneath them, snapping a leash to the girl’s collar and holding it loosely in her hands. The girl looked up wide-eyed as she found Lillian’s legs spread before her, open and inviting. Her Mistress’ robe leaving almost nothing to the imagination, the heated depths practically calling to her with their sultry siren song.
This was the new part, for all three of them. This was the truly unprecedented moment. Lillian kept her eyes steady on Amelia’s own. The two of them staring at one another, Amelia’s leash held slack in Lillian’s hand. There was to be no force here. The decision, as so many decisions had been since that first evening together, lay entirely in her submissive’s hands. Lillian looked up to find Ethan’s eyes on her too, his motion still a steady fucking rhythm.
“You wish to please your Mistress, do you not?” Lillian asked softly.
Amelia and Ethan nodded nearly in sync, trembling nods filled with nerves to be sure, but needy and lust filled as well.
“You want to please me don’t you?” Amelia moaned and nodded.
“You want your wife to please me, don’t you Toy?” Ethan shuddered and nodded.
“I want both of you to say it. Tell me you want to please me.”
“Please let me please you Mistress…” Amelia groaned
“Please let me please you Mistress…” Ethan moaned
Lillian twitched the leash, staring at Amelia with amused anticipation, “Ladies first then, darling Pet. Show your Mistress how much you love being owned…”
Amelia began to squirm forward. Lillian looked up, deliberately ignoring the panting woman to fix her eyes on Ethan, her wide eyed, blushing slaveboy as he continued to thrust into his wife. Lillian smiled at him, winding the chain of Amelia’s leash in as she felt the girl’s tongue begin to lap at her, preventing any retreat. She allowed her breathing to hitch again, allowing her voice to become husky once more with desire and lust as Amelia’s tongue pressed into her, “If your wife, or you, cums before I do, my darling Toy, I shall be quite cross with you.” Ethan swallowed and nodded, drawing a further smile from Lillian as she tilted her head back to enjoy the frantic and well trained attentions of her slave girl.
Lillian had done it. She had finally done it. Taken a mostly vanilla couple, and brought them down into the realm of kinky debauchery. Taken a newlywed pair, and brought them to understand the joys of submission to an older dominant woman. Trained them in her flat for months now, with weeks of chastity time, to appreciate the freedom they had found in submission. Given them dozens of hours of hypnotic time with her words and her images, cementing in them the desire to give in to Lillian. To serve her not simply because she was worthy of their service, but because she gave them purpose. A safe place to loosen themselves and surrender to the kinky passions that she had so successfully tempted them with.
Her lips curved into a triumphant smile as she listened to the frantic moans and gurgles of her pets. As she felt Amelia’s tongue thrusting, eager to pleasure her Mistress. As she listened to Ethan’s nervous lust-filled efforts to somehow refrain from orgasm until his Mistress had enjoyed her own.
They were hers now. Her pets. Her slaves. Their bodies prisoners to her ropes, her cuffs, her collars, and her chastity. Their minds prisoners to her dominance, her control, her care…and her love for them.
They had given up the last thing she needed from them. They had surrendered themselves utterly to her care.
Lillian gripped the sheets of the bed suddenly, her back arching as she cried out in pleasure. Amelia groaning along with her, as Lillian came explosively. Even as she cried out in ecstasy she heard Ethan bellow in his own pleasure, cumming into his wife who threw her head back with a wail of pleasure of her own as they came together. Lillian allowed her a pair of seconds to scream her release…and then grabbed the back of her head and pressed her back between her legs. Amelia didn’t resist, nor did she hesitate before thrusting her tongue back into Lillian. Back into her task of pleasuring her Mistress. Lillian snapped her fingers at Ethan, having the boy pull out and come around on his knees to kneel beside the bed next to her. She reached out, hooking the boy in by his collar, and bringing him in for a kiss. More than a kiss, a series of sensual, seductive kisses as his wife pleasured her. As she received pleasure from one, and delighted in kissing the other.
“Mine.” Lillian murmured as she surfaced for air from a kiss, “Mine.”
“Yours,” Ethan mumbled, with his characteristic blush, “We’re ymmmoougghh…”
Lillian silenced him with a new kiss, a long one that lasted…and lasted. Once Amelia gave her another orgasm, it would be Ethan’s turn to pleasure her, while Amelia would get the opportunity to kiss her Mistress. After all, Lillian was a firm believer in equality of opportunity for her slaves. They were her most cherished possessions. And now that she had them, she could not fathom ever being without them. Could not fathom ever having to let her slaves go, to go back to her pre-pandemic life.
Ethan and Amelia were hers. Just as Lillian was theirs.
Despite the pandemic, despite the stress of the modern world…she had found her joy.
Lillian closed her eyes, enjoying Ethan’s lips, and Amelia’s tongue…and the three of them forgot about the world for a while…