Useful

At the start of the evening, Mistress had put earplugs in and made sure that I was hooded. Then she laid me down on the bed, naked except for the hood and my cage, and tied my arms and legs spread-eagled on the bed.

I felt the bed move beneath me as she crawled onto my side, then on top of me, moving carefully, her weight pressing down on my chest and then my shoulders. As she got closer, I could feel the warmth of her body coming towards me.

She gently lowered herself onto my mouth, pushing herself down, grinding against my face and my nose. She was wet already, slipping and sliding across my face.

She'd trained me by now. I was just a thing to be used. I knew better than to take the initiative.

Do as you're told. Don't move.

That's what she'd taught me.

After a few minutes of rocking and grinding on my face, she paused and tapped my face.

That was the signal.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out so that she could rub her clit against it. I wasn't actually meant to take any action. She would do the work for this stage.

She rubbed herself against my mouth, against my tongue, making sure to spread her scent and fluids all over my face.

After some time, I felt her start to shiver. Then I could feel her come on my face.

I felt her move away. I didn't know where she was going, but I was content to lie there, feeling her fluids dry on my face. Smelling her. Filling my world. The only sense I had left, filled with the smell of her arousal.

My cock was as hard as it could ever get in that cage, pushing for all it was worth, but never achieving anything.

I presumed she must have left the room at that point, but I couldn't tell.

There was nothing to see. Nothing to do.

I just lay there, basking in the smell, in her presence, even though she wasn't there.

The hands on my legs made me jump because I'd had no warning. I knew nothing was coming, and so I jumped with shock as I felt them, that first contact since she'd used me as a humping pillow.

I felt her take hold of my cage with one hand, and I could feel her doing something else at the front of it.

Eventually, it became clear that she was taking the cage off.

I was in for a real treat.

Freedom.

It's not something I get often.

My cock tried to surge erect, but she took hold of it firmly with one hand, making sure to keep control of it at all times.

I could hear slight, muffled noises.

Was that conversation?

Who was she talking to?

That's when I felt a pair of hands take hold of my balls.

There were now two sets of hands holding my cock and balls, belonging to two different people.

One person kept a firm hold of my shaft, gently teasing it with a hand, taking the pre-cum that had formed and rubbing it over the head. It was almost more than I could bear, but I knew better than to let myself come.

The second pair of hands tied a loop around my testicles, pulling them down to the bottom of my scrotum. Then they took a line through that loop, splitting them apart and wrapping up the scrotum until my balls felt like they were several inches away from my body.

By now, my cock was rock hard.

I felt a sharp stab in my cock.

What was that?

I don't know, but somehow it felt like my cock got even harder. It was like glass.

Then I felt something wrap around the base of my cock, acting as a makeshift cock ring and keeping me hard. From there, it was slowly wrapped in a criss-cross fashion up my cock, constraining it, tying it tightly, making sure that it was well controlled.

Finally, they tied a loop just underneath my glans, rolling what was left of my foreskin back so that they could make sure the loop settled firmly beneath it.

The hands let go, evidently satisfied with their work for now.

That was when I felt the warm, wet mouth move onto the head of my cock.

A combination of licking and sucking.

Teasing.

It was all I could do not to scream. It was so intense. With my cock tied that tightly, I don't think I could have come even if I was allowed to.

I felt movement on the bed.

The mouth stayed on my cock, but someone else climbed onto my face, facing down my body this time.

Again, I did as I was trained.

I stayed still, only putting my tongue out when it was requested.

Eventually, the person on my face came. The whole time, the person on my cock had been teasing me, combining their mouth and their hands, playing with my balls.

The mouth came off my cock.

I was relieved, but at the same time disappointed.

I felt the person on my face bend forward down my body, and I felt them take my cock in their mouth as they sucked on it gently. Only a little bit of sensation, just enough to keep me teased.

I felt the other body climb onto the bed above my head as well.

I felt, rather than heard, the person above me move.

Then I felt it: the strap-on cock being rubbed against my face before it went into the cunt of the person on my face.

My only job was to lie there and present my tongue so that it could be rubbed against the clit as the person above me got fucked.

I could feel the person above me moaning as they kept their mouth on my cock, knowing that it was their toy to use, to tease, but that someone else was satisfying them.

I don't know how long this went on.

She shuddered several times, but I lost count. Lost count in that world where all I was doing was pleasing her while, at the same time, resisting being teased in return.

Eventually, the person behind my head moved and got off the bed.

The person on my face moved off as well, but then they turned around.

And that was when I felt the cunt of the person on my face.

The warm, wet cunt engulfing my cock.

Sinking down my tightly bound cock.

An inch at a time.

Until she bottomed out.

I felt the other person climb up behind her.

Then I felt something pushing against my cock from inside her cunt, through the back wall of her cunt.

The woman on top of me was being double penetrated.

She was being fucked while she was fucking me.

I couldn't move.

So it was the cock in her ass that set the rhythm, that set the passion, that set the direction.

I was merely an animate dildo.

I knew better than to come before I was allowed to. It was all I could do to hold onto my control.

I could feel the woman being double penetrated come multiple times. I could feel her spasming around my cock.

Eventually, the woman fucking her ass pulled out.

Then she tapped my balls.

That was it.

That was the signal.

I came.

I couldn't tell you how much I came, but it felt like it went on forever. It felt like I blanked out. I don't actually remember the whole of it.

Which, given how long it had been since the last time I'd come, felt disappointing.

But that's my life as an object.

I never did find out who the other woman was.

But Mistress took great pleasure in telling me how she had bred me that night. How she wanted a baby, and that I was only there to provide the cock and the sperm.

And once I'd served my purpose, she made sure I was safely locked back up.