The doorbell rings, and your reaction, that familiar mix of excitement, anticipation and fear, tells me that you already know who's here.
Of course, you know who it is. I mentioned it a few days back when you had your last playdate with me. That a friend of mine might come over, and if you were good, maybe you'd get the opportunity to submit to both of us.
I tell you to stay here and wait, and I leave the room to attend to our guest. You wait, obediently, kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but your chastity cage, feeling the painful beginnings of an erection against the restraints, as you listen to my voice, trying to make out the words. You love how happy and excited I sound, and it fills you with a delicious sense of foreboding, because every time you've heard me sound like that, it has usually been a prelude to an evening of pain and humiliation.
Hearing the door open, you wait expectantly for my footsteps, accompanied by another's, but you feel momentarily deflated when you see that I'm alone. Bending down, I gently place a blindfold over your eyes, and it is only then that you hear the sound of a second person entering the room.
The first things that make you wonder who this friend of mine might be are the heavy footsteps. You wait with bated breath as the footsteps come nearer. There is a momentary lull when all you can hear is the gentle, slow, relaxed breathing of your Mistress behind you, and her friend in front of you.
You can sense someone close by. Perhaps it's the faint whiff of deodorant, but by the time you hear the voice whisper next to your ear, you're almost sure you know exactly what's in store for you.
The voice, rough and deep, feels electric, and you feel a shudder, a cocktail of arousal and fear, travel up your spine, making you break out into goosebumps.
"Is this the toy you promised me?" the masculine voice asks.
You feel your Mistress caressing you back with her toes, and it only intensifies everything you're feeling.
"Would you like to be his toy?" you hear my voice addressing you. From my tone, it is clear that there can only be one answer to this question.
You feel beads of sweat trickle down your temple as the reality of your situation sinks in. Your mouth parched, your voice shaking, barely audible, you attempt a response, but can't quite get the words out. You nod instead.
"Very Good. Tell me how you're going to be a good toy."
What follows is a silence that seems to stretch out into minutes. You open your mouth to speak, but the words escape you. You've never felt this powerless in your life.
Your mistress, as always, comes to your aid."Maybe you want to please my friend with your mouth. That's why you opened it, is that right?"
You nod, feeling relieved now that you know that your Mistress has taken the reins, but also terrified.
Next, a series of unmistakable sounds. The sound of a belt being unclasped. The sound of a zipper being pulled down. The rustle of jeans falling to the floor. You're too scared to even part your lips in expectation, but Mistress's words guide you.
"Such a good toy. Now, open your mouth for my friend and stick your tongue out. That's right."
You feel his cock touch your tongue, still soft and flaccid.
"You know what to do, don't you" your Mistress's voice, warm and playful.
You nod, closing your lips around him, adjusting your posture so you can lean into his groin, allowing you to take him deeper down your throat. You feel his fingers on either side of your scalp, pulling you in towards him, and you open your throat up to him in response. You feel his cock starting to slowly thicken inside your throat, as you feel the corners of your mouth moisten with drool.
And you hear Mistress's voice say "Very good. Keep going."
And as the man starts pounding your throat harder, and harder, his cock now thick and turgid, you feel the warmth of knowing that you're making Mistress proud.
Very Good. Keep going.
