Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Nine-5

“Oh, but I love to watch Slut-boy ejaculate. And I want him to know that whenever he satisfies me absolutely, he can look forward to his very own orgasm. Not often of course, or even occasionally. Just once in every great while. I want him to earn, and deserve, every single bit of pleasure he gets.”

Luckily Mistress gets my drift. With a barely discernible grin of her own, she reluctantly assents.

“All right, girl. It’s your slave after all. But I never let any man inside my body. You’ll have to ride him yourself. Hopefully this will convince you once and for all how pointless it is to f**k men. Meanwhile I will ride his face facing you, so we can at least love each other while we waste our time on him!”

Mistress digs in her bag. Then she moves up to Slut-boy’s face. Grimly ignoring his questing distress, she pops free the snaps holding that huge ball to the harness. “Spit it out, slut!” she orders, clenching his stuffed cheeks. Glistening with spit, that big ball pops out. Mistress lifts up its replacement then, and I gasp in recognition.

In the middle of this object is a wide plastic disk, an oval about four inches long and three wide. A big c**k sticks out from either side of it.

One prick is only three inches long, obviously designed as a gag. The opposite d**k is ten full inches and very thick, enough to satisfy the most ravenous mistress. Smirking Mistress Chantelle pushes the shorter c**k into Slut-boy’s mouth, and locks it all around to the harness hugging his head. After that he has a huge hard-on jutting up from his face, with his own abused smaller one still questing hopefully up at me. The time, as they say, has arrived.

Mistress gestures me into place. As I’ve done dozens of times before (and surely never will again) I swing astride my husband’s bound body and mount his erection. Despite everything I moan a bit in pleasure as his hard, throbbing warmth slides up into me. Mistress meanwhile straddles his head, fits that face-c**k into her own cunt and slips down onto it. With a few deft movements she removes and discards her corset at last, freeing those big glorious breasts completely.

Oh how arousing they are! Only a couple feet away from me in all their perfectly symmetrical beauty they are more of a turn-on than the unworthy p***s in me by far. Then Mistress starts bouncing up and down, riding Slut-boy’s face with no consideration for his comfort at all, and oh what a show! Jiggling and jouncing, those giant t**s have my mouth watering in seconds. Right away I start riding as well. Together we bob up and down in perfect tandem, Mistress staring smokily at me as we f**k.

Her hands come up to cup and grip my own bouncing breasts. Rubbing my n*****s with her thumbs, she grants me the permission I’m dying for.

“Go ahead, girl. I can read your need in your eyes. Play with my t**s as you ride. You’ve earned it.”

Moaning with joy I jump at the chance: hefting, caressing, squeezing and kneading that wonderfully warm firm treasure before me. Her n*****s are big and hard, and the fat mass of those globes fill my palms to overflowing. Together we increase our rhythm, our shared arousal rendering us almost psychic in pursuit of its satiation. Moved by a mutual impulse we lean toward each other and lock lips, soul-kissing feverishly as we fondle and f**k. Forgotten beneath us, Slut-boy keens with his own excitement as his long neglected erection is pleasured far beyond its worth. And of course Mistress is soon proved right yet again. It is utterly pointless to f**k men. After barely five minutes of this three-way bliss Slut-boy suddenly shudders all over and ejaculates inside me, long before either Mistress or I am even close to being satisfied. With a snarl of disappointment I stop, and Mistress halts with me.

“Don’t tell me he’s done already!”

“Yes, Mistress. You were right. This was utterly pointless, except perhaps to prove to me what you already knew.”

“Well then, let this be the last f**k he ever gets!”

Mistress climbs off Slut-boy’s face, and gestures for me to dismount as well. She digs through her bag, and comes up with a shiny little c**k cage.

“Lock this on him,” she orders. “The lock is cannot be picked without being destroyed and it’s made of titanium. No saw will ever cut it.” Both appalled and excited by the exquisite finality of this, I do as she says, reveling in Slut-boy’s sudden renewed struggles, shaking head, and pleading bleating.

“Now destroy the key!”

“I don’t think so, Mistress,” I demur, more certain than ever that this tiny key will prove the true key to controlling him absolutely.

Holding out the possibility that I might eventually allow him an erection, orgasm, or even a f**k, pretending that his impotence is only predicated on the quality of his service and the unstinting depth of his devotion will surely be the most supremely useful tool for keeping him in line. I explain this to her again, loud enough for Slut-boy to hear and fully understand. Of course I hide from him the lie. He will never be free again regardless of how he behaves. Meanwhile through a wink and knowing smile I communicate the truth to Mistress, and as before she understands immediately, and convincingly plays along.

“Very well, girl. As I said, he’s your slave and your responsibility. But he’ll have to be most sycophantic servant in history to earn any pleasure whatsoever after the way he failed you just now. If I were you, I’d keep him tied up like this for at least the rest of the night, just to make sure he gets the message which of you is in charge from now on in a way that he’ll never forget.”

“Oh absolutely!” I agree.

“So!” Mistress declares. “I believe my work here is just about done for tonight. What toys can I sell you besides the cage and the p***s pants?”

“Oh, the double dildo-gag for sure,” I cry enthusiastically. “And let’s see, I’ll take the single-tail whip, the flogger, this wooden paddle, that riding crop, two pairs of handcuffs, this vibrating butt-plug...”

One after another I choose a wide variety of weapons and restraints, practically emptying her travel bag. I write out a check for her on Slut-boy’s personal entertainment account. Then, after we make plans to get together again soon and very often, we spend ten last luscious minutes making out. Finally Mistress gives my right n****e one last long, painful pinch-and-pull, dons her corset, picks up her bag and bids me good-bye. She leaves us, and just as promised I’m supremely satisfied with the results.

Alone again at last with my perfect new slave, I climb back onto the bed and start greasing up my big hard p***s.

“What a fabulous night!” I gloat, grinning down at my blinking and groaning boy-toy. “Aren’t you glad you talked me into arranging for some professional assistance, Slut-boy?” Despite everything he’s lost in just the space of a few hours he manages to nod, the c**k jutting out from his mouth bobbing comically as he does.

“Good!” I giggle. “Now I’m going to f**k your ass some more. Then I’m going to ride your face, and see if that new c**k of yours is satisfying enough to forever take the place of your locked-up old one. Then I’ll probably f**k your ass again, and again, and again! I just can’t get enough of your tight little butt!”

Slut-boy’s eyes roll miserably, and again start leaking tears. Laughing sadistically, I stab into his ass, lean forward and begin f*****g him just as Mistress recommended, with my now off-limits t**s dangling and dancing just above his face. Oh, what a long, exciting night – and life – we still have ahead of us!