John's Reward

Before I begin, I want you to understand that I'm only going to write about this part of our lives. The bigger arc of our relationships and our lives...well, they're immaterial here. This is the secret heart of things and not the mundane.

"You've been a good boy. I have a surprise for you." Her breath tickled the inside of my ear, making me squirm. Or want to squirm.

I didn't respond to Mistress, partially because her surprises tend to be complex and partially because my mouth was full. Moments before, Mistress had told me to open my mouth wide and, unsurprisingly, filled it with a rubber ball gag with, my tongue informed me, a round hole in the middle of it.

A few minutes earlier, I had returned home from grocery shopping to find Mistress waiting for me wearing my favorite fetish outfit -- skin-tight leather pants and a man's white blouse, untucked and unbuttoned nearly to her navel. She was also wearing a pair of heels that made her slightly taller than me. Her ice blue eyes glittered as she watched me, the ghost of a smile playing over her lips.

As if that wasn't enough, she said, simply, "Put everything away and strip."

I put everything away and stripped off everything but my cock cage...I really had no choice about that one. I took the time to neatly fold everything as I'm not a savage.

Mistress had bound me to the wooden St. Andrews Cross with a seemingly limitless supply of straps, my wrists,arms, legs, and torso firmly affixed to the wooden limbs. A collar around my neck was clipped to the cross, as well, and, finally, stopped for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Open your mouth," she said.

And you're caught up except that she buckled the gag tight and clipped the ring behind my head to the cross as well. I felt as helpless as I certainly was, unable to move and preternaturally aware of the weight of my pink cock cage hanging. Mistress cupped my swollen balls and kissed me forcefully for a long moment. I closed my eyes and a moan welled up against her lips as I inhaled her and my cock swelled against its confines.

Mistress broke the kiss and stepped back, her hand squeezing my testicles hard enough for me to moan louder. "Thirty days, pet...you make me so happy," her lips against my ear again.

She stepped behind me, running her fingernails through my hair, across my scalp. "I want you to meet somebody. Sarah!"

My eyes widened and, without warning, a line of drool slipped through the gag and fell to my chest as Sarah walked into the room. She was short, maybe 5' at most, and wearing nothing but a simple pair of cotton panties. Her own eyes widened as I took her in and I saw a deep blush rise against her pale skin.

The first thing that came to mind was a fertility goddess. Her breasts were massive on her frame, topped with thumb-sized nipples that were hard in the cool room. Her hips flared out from her waist, significantly broader than her shoulders, and her belly was soft, the high-waisted panties tracing a line just below her belly button. She started to fidget under my attention but, before she could commit to it, Mistress strode to her, took her chin in hand, and turned Sarah's face up.

"There's a few things you should know about Sarah. She loves cock and she loves cum. I've seen her orgasm just from being cum on. Isn't that so, Sarah?"

While her blush deepened improbably, she smiled, revealing deep dimples. "Yes, ma'am, that's true."

"The only thing she loves more than that," Mistress continued, "is pleasing a dominant. Like me."

Sarah nodded as much as the hand on her chin allowed for.

I drooled more, saliva coating my chest. My mind was having a hard time processing the fifteen minutes between parking the car and now. Mistress turned on her heels and crossed the room to me, reaching behind her neck to unclasp the necklace that suspended the key to my cage. "We can't have a cockslut without a cock, can we?"

Sarah nodded eagerly. I would've, too, given the chance.

Mistress inserted the key into the lock, turned, and tugged it loose. With her other hand, she slid the cage away from me, leaving the retaining ring behind my cock and balls. She placed the cage and key on a side table, grabbed a large pillow, and tossed it to the floor between my spread legs.

At a nod from Mistress, Sarah sprang forward and kneeled on the cushion, outside of my field of vision. I heard her inhale me and sigh softly.

"Before you begin, dear, there's a rule that you need to know. John's never allowed to come to orgasm without something in his ass...should you allow him to break the rule, should you make him cum without permission, I will be very disappointed and I will punish you both."

Sarah whimpered and exhaled against my penis which was, by now, as hard as I could remember it ever being. "Remove the ring and hand it to me." Sarah tugged at the ring for a moment before realizing that, with my erection, that wasn't going to work. She cupped my balls and, deftly, slipped one of them at a time through the ring before sliding it along the length of my cock and handing it up to Mistress.

"There we go. Now, please him, dear."

Sarah's lips encircled the head of my penis. I gasped, or tried to, and rained saliva on my chest, the shaft of my cock, and, I assume, Sarah's head. She slid her lips all the way do the base and all the way back up, her lips closing around the sensitive head before my cock audibly popped free. Sarah moaned as my cock throbbed and bounced before wrapping her small hand around me and holding me straight out. She began to lick just the underside of the head, swirling her tongue around me. Every muscle in my body strained against the bondage as I began to worry about my ability to hold out.

Sarah rocked back onto her heels and breathed out. "He's delicious, ma'am. I could do this all night."

My body relaxed slowly as she just held my cock for a long moment, my breathing slowing. My confidence started to return until Mistress reached around from behind me and pinched my nipples, rolling the pierced buds between her fingers.

My body fought the bondage again, muscles straining. My nipples were always sensitive but, since we had them pierced, they're fully another erogenous zone. "Stand up for a moment, dear, and try these."

Sarah kept her grip on me as she unfolded her legs, her full lips nuzzling against my left nipple. Without warning, but not unexpectedly, she opened her mouth and surrounded it, her tongue slowly flicking up and down against the erect nipple. She squealed as I reacted, moving to the other side and repeating this, her hand holding steady as my body tried to thrust against her even though I couldn't.

Sarah dropped to her knees again and, languorously, inhaled me up to her first finger wrapped around my cock. She slid her wet tongue against me, alternating between caressing the head of my penis and pushing the tip against my urethra. Slipping her hands from the shaft and under my balls, she slid her mouth down my length and back to the tip, over and over.

With telepathic precision, she slid her lips all the way off my cock as I was about to lose control, tugging on my balls and distracting me. She giggled breathily, my wet cock twitching at the bare stimulation of her breath. "Oh, no, you don't!," she said, as she turned her head slightly and licked the inside of my hip, finding a spot very nearly evenly split between erogenous and ticklish.

I couldn't tell you how long this went on with Sarah carrying me along the edge of orgasm. I lost myself, completely helpless, and submitted to it until I heard, from behind me, the snap of a glove.

"I want to show you something, Sarah. Put your face under the head of his cock and wait, I think you'll like it."

As I struggled to think about that, I felt cool fingers pushing at my rectum. I tried to relax and the lubricated digits slid into me and curled against my prostate.

"John can orgasm just from this, dear, but not today. Today, we're just going to milk him a bit, all over you."

With that, Mistress started sliding her fingertips back and forth over my prostate, the familiar sensation breaking me free and making me feel like I was floating in my helplessness. All my control was broken and my cock started to leak.

Sarah cooed as my precum dripped on her face. As Mistress continued to milk me, Sarah panted, her hands suddenly gripping my thighs to steady herself. I continued to float, safely helpless, as Mistress rubbed my prostate and, as cock leaked all over Sarah's face, her panting became more strident.

As Sarah gasped suddenly, Mistress withdrew her fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty. "Stand up, girl, and show John how wet that made you."

I opened my eyes as Sarah rose and, immediately, I could see the crotch of her panties was so soaked that they were nearly transparent. Sarah hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the panties down, holding them in one hand as she used her other hand to spread the lips of her shaved cunt. I could see wetness coating her pussy and her thighs.

Sarah looked me in the eyes and said, "You did that. Your cock and your...milk?"

She giggled slightly at that.

"Give me those panties, Sarah." Mistress unbuckled the gag and popped it out of my mouth, more drool escaping my lips. Sarah reached out and rubbed my saliva into my nipples as Mistress said, "Open your mouth wide, pet." I complied with a gasp at Sarah's ministrations and was rewarded with the crotch of the panties shoved into my mouth with the rest of the cotton wadded up to fill my cheeks.

Sarah's arousal flooded me. My cock twitched. Sarah sunk back to her knees and, with my head free, I was able to look down at her as she stared, cross-eyed, at the head of my penis.

"Do you want to make him cum, girl? Do you want to swallow him?"

"Oh, God, yes, ma'am. Please, ma'am."

I felt something firm pushed against my anus and, slowly, I stretched as a plug was pushed into me until my ass swallowed the neck of it. I gasped against the panties and Sarah swallowed me as her hand curved between my legs and pressed against the base of the plug. Alternating short strokes and long, she sucked me, her tongue lashing my cock, and her fingers pressing against the plug in time with her strokes. My body tensed and my swollen balls contracted as I fell over the edge and started to orgasm.

As I started to spurt, Sarah latched onto the head of my cock, mewling as I filled her mouth. Her hand continued to rock against the plug, jolting aftershocks out of me even after I thought I was done. Finally, my entire body relaxed and hung limp against my restraints.

"Come here, Sarah," Mistress called. "Let me show you how much that aroused _me_."