Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 7

[Dave expects me to send him periodic updates on how I’m getting on during my time in the Program. I know he edits them, so I don’t know which parts you are able to read. Therefore, events may or may not be in actual chronological order]

That week was rather uneventful for me, as I worked Mondays to Fridays at the office, although I get occasional days off as well as my vacations. I had to inform Brooke in advance about both. I had to see to Linda and Anne on the Tuesday morning, and only Anne thereafter, so things were simpler. I pleasured Linda as I promised and she had another powerful orgasm on the bench, but not quite as intense, as she was wearing the ring gag, which probably divided her concentration.

Anne was surprisingly civil, considering the way in which I had asserted my authority over her. The court appearance had gone well. The Judge decided in her clients’ favour and awarded them tens of millions of dollars in compensation. She told me she would receive a significant percentage in contingency fees, of which Dave’s Company would get ten percent.

Anne offered to take me to the office in her car every morning, unless she had to go somewhere else. Her silver Mercedes had been fitted with a device which automatically opened the House’s underground car park. There was direct access to it through a door near the dining area, via steps and a basement corridor. It was surprisingly large, having space for at least twenty vehicles, though it contained only a half a dozen cars, including an expensive sports model, a SUV, and two black unmarked transit vans. Anne’s car was top of the range with plush leather seats and I felt like a millionaire riding in it, beside my Junior, the mature top lawyer, power-dressed in her dark suit, who needed to ask me, an office girl, for permission to piss and shit whenever we were in the House. She could be disciplined by me whenever I wanted. I was on a modest salary, earning a tiny fraction of Anne’s income, yet she was my subordinate. I felt that my status in life had been lifted by our secret existence.

On the Tuesday evening I was summoned by Sam to her landing to be introduced to Jessica, the other Senior, whom I had already seen in the dining room, and to meet her new Junior, whom I hadn’t as yet seen around the House. Jessica was a pale-skinned Latina, with black hair, about thirty, I imagined. She explained that she and Sam had just examined the new woman who was on her bench in the wet room. Sam left us and Jessica took me through to meet her.

‘This is Katy’, said Jessica. Katy was black, her skin was very dark, and it was hard to estimate her age, especially with the huge penis gag in her mouth. We both kneeled to look at her. I knew that she was clit-capped. I gasped when Jessica spread her vulva. Her clit was covered by a large gold cap, much larger than Melanie’s. It was completely exposed. Her clit hood had been removed in its entirety. The effect was striking.

At this, Brooke strode in. Her arrival was no coincidence, having seen us with Katy on cctv.

‘It’s a nice one’, she said, ‘I love large clits. Don’t let me stop you having a look at her’.

She stood watching us.

Katy’s vulva was very pink in contrast to her shiny dark skin, except for the edges of her quite large irregular labia minora, which were black. Like Melanie, her vagina was blocked, but with a black plug, with the letters ‘EP’ on it in pink. ‘Nice touch’, I thought. Just above it was a smaller black spot. ‘That must be her pee-hole’, I thought. Her dark puckered anal rosebud also contained a black plug.

Brooke leaned over and removed Katy’s cap, revealing a large pink clitoris, about three-quarters of an inch long, protruding by at least half an inch, surrounded by a thicker platinum band than Melanie wore.

Jessica seemed fascinated herself.

‘It’s the biggest one we have in the House’, she said.

Brooke interposed. ‘She’s pierced differently, I checked her file. I haven’t seen one like this before’.

Jessica examined the clit more closely now the cap was removed.

Brooke explained, ‘It’s pierced vertically and horizontally. The horizontal pin passes through a hole in the vertical one, to prevent the cap being lifted at the sides, and it has another feature’.

Brooke pointed to the band at the base of Katy’s clit, visible between the tops of her inner labia. I noticed that the band had a little triangle which protruded up towards the point of the clit.

‘Look’, said Brooke, touching the device on her wrist.

Katy yelped, and stiffened on the bench.

‘There’s a little pin behind that, which shoots out and back in again. It keeps her on her toes’. Brooke was as excited as a child with a new toy.

I was urged to play with Katy’s extra large bud. I could easily hold it between finger and thumb. It was about the size of my thumb to the joint. It had a very pronounced ridge around its base, like the glans on my little penis, but enclosed by the metal band.

‘Lick and suck it’, ordered Brooke. I was a bit taken aback, but I had to comply. I was able to roll my tongue right around its tip when I sucked it into my mouth, and I could feel Katy getting aroused, so I guessed that it was sensitive, despite the piercings. Suddenly Katy yelped again, and the organ was pulled from between my lips. Brooke had activated the discipline pin again.

Brooke stood giggling at Katy’s discomfort and my surprise.

She gave me the cap to examine and I saw the perforations inside. I could put the entire tip of my index finger into it. When I pressed the exterior, I could feel the sharp tungsten pins against my finger tip. They were more prominent than Melanie’s.

Jessica set about cleaning the woman’s vulva with her fingers, which only took seconds because there were no orifices, and the clit using a bud. It was funny, as the clit was much larger than the bud. Brooke replaced the cap.

Katy was released and the gag removed. She was taller than me. I estimated that she was between thirty and thirty five years of age. Brooke told her to step away from us, and to stand with her feet together facing us. The pointy gold cap was clearly visible at the top of her slit, below a flat black belly.

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As far as I was concerned, most of the activity in the House took place at the weekends. I needed Brooke’s prior consent to leave the premises on Saturdays and Sundays. Usually on Sundays I was taken outside for more of Brooke’s ‘puppy’ training, which I found humiliating. More often than not it would be with Anne, but not always so. From time to time it was with Siobhan, Linda or Katy, but generally always in pairs. She had us play the same games of ‘Fetch’, ‘Beg’ and ‘Sniff’, and taught us new ones such as ‘Chase’ and ‘Catch’. She always removed my Guard, and pee-holes were freed so that we could piss, bitch fashion, for her. Sometimes we were sent to piss in pairs, while she sat on the grass observing.

‘Chase’ involved attaching a little clamp to our clits. The clamps had short chains on them, with small rubber bones fixed to the ends, which hung down in between our legs. The clamps were plastic and had no serrated teeth. Although they were painful it was not excruciating. The little bone swung between our thighs as we moved. One of us would be blindfolded and sent off by Brooke, chased by her other puppy to retrieve the bone’ and return it to her by gripping it in the teeth and pulling the clamp off the clit. The blindfolded puppy could use only her hearing to detect the approach of the other and to try to escape from her. Brooke would ring a little bell to mark the beginning and end of each game. The winner was rewarded with a candy, and the loser with a slash of the crop on her ass. The little bone was difficult to grip with the teeth as it swung about with the puppy’s movement. It hurt when the clamp was pulled off.  One had to approach one’s prey as quietly as possible to have any chance of success. Occasionally if Brooke was pleased the winning puppy was ordered to ‘Present’ by lying on her back on the grass, wrists gripping ankles, whilst the loser tongued her to a climax, encouraged by the crop. Linda and Katy were very agile on the lawn. They were better at Fetch, Chase, and Catch than me, and my ass would consequently be badly striped on those occasions.

Brooke would put us in the ‘Beg’ position, and throw candies up into the air for us to catch in our mouths. Tongues had always to be out when the candy entered the mouth, else it didn’t count. I soon got quite good at it.

A Memorable Weekend Away

I had been a Senior resident for some three months when one Friday evening my collar vibrated and I made my way immediately to Brooke’s apartment. She didn’t keep me kneeling long, and I was taken into her private sitting room for the first time. It was large and luxuriously furnished. Brooke sat, and I stood to attention in front of her.

She said that I would not be spending the weekend at the House. A car would be there to pick me up at eight the following morning. She handed me a box containing a little blue dress and a pair of matching low-heeled shoes, which I was told to wear.  She informed me that I need only take my penis with me, but unusually I was to wear my collar off the premises. I wondered where I was going, and for what purpose.

I stood on the steps the Saturday morning and a large chauffeur driven silver-grey car drew up. The driver got out, looked at my collar, and beckoned me to get into the back seat which was unoccupied. I looked through the tinted windows as I was driven across the city. Eventually we arrived at the airport and entered the area where private aircraft were parked. The chauffeur opened the door and led me to a Gulfstream jet where the pilot was waiting. He checked my collar and bade me enter and sit in one of the soft leather executive seats. He fastened my safety belt before making his way to the cockpit, where a co-pilot was already seated.

After a short delay the aircraft took off, and was soon cruising above the clouds. The co-pilot emerged and asked if I needed anything. I said I needed to go to the bathroom, and he showed me where to go. I peed using my penis, returning to my seat. I guess the flight took about two hours. As the aircraft descended I looked out of the window and recognised the Manhattan skyline in the distance.

Soon we were on the ground, and I was escorted by the pilot to a waiting limousine, again chauffeur driven, by an African-American. On the seat of the car was a blue scarf with a note pinned to it, written by a female hand, telling me to wear it over my collar. He drove downtown to one of the most exclusive hotels in the city and told me to go to reception. Waiting at the desk for me was a tall slim, very attractive, young Chinese woman, with shoulder length hair, beautifully styled, wearing a tight fitting knee-length black dress.

‘Victoria?’ she queried.  I nodded. ‘I’m Nancy Wong’. Turning on her heels, she indicated with a small gesture of her hand that I follow. An elevator took us directly to the penthouse suite.  In the lift she took my penis in its case and told me to strip in a firm clipped tone, holding out her hand for my dress, scarf and shoes. I was not wearing any underwear. After touching and removing my Guard I was told to kneel.

‘Follow, all fours’, Nancy ordered quietly, when the elevator doors opened. She used a card to open the suite’s door, and I followed her into the vestibule, where she told me to wait, before leaving with my things. Naked, apart from my collar, I waited for her to return which she did shortly.

‘Some simple rules’, she said in an authoritative and confident tone, looking down at me. ‘While you are here, do not speak and do not stand. Remain on all fours, or kneeling, unless told otherwise. Obey without hesitation. If your behaviour is less than pleasing, a report will be made to your House Mistress. Understood?’ Her speech indicated that she was well-educated and cultured, despite her age.

‘Yes Miss’, I answered.

‘Follow’, she said.

I crawled through to a single bedroom off the vestibule, where a woman in her thirties, fully clothed, was sitting waiting. Nancy took me through to a small adjoining bathroom where I was asked if I needed to use the toilet. I said I did. She touched a device on her wrist and had me squat facing her in the shower, knees widely spread. She watched me pee. ‘You need to shit, you do it now’. I shook my head. She didn’t smile, her face expressionless, her dark eyes watching my every move. She pointed to a low shelf on which there was soap, shampoo, a toothbrush and paste. I was told to remain squatting, shower, clean my teeth, and return to the room when I had finished.

When I emerged the woman sat me on a low stool in front of a mirror. She proceeded to cut and dry my hair, taking quite some care with it, ensuring that it wasn’t long enough to cover my face, even with my head down.

When finished, she checked my hands and feet, and gave me a manicure and pedicure. My face and eyes then got her attention. Eyebrows were plucked, mascara and make-up applied. I felt pampered. Rouge was painted on my nipples. My cleft was examined and sprayed with some scent, which burned a little. The woman showed no sign of surprise at handling a naked girl. Finally, she called for Nancy, saying that I was ready. I knelt and Nancy appraised me, looking carefully at my hair, eyes, and make up. She seemed satisfied.

‘Hurry, I haven’t got all day’, she told me firmly. Gripping a tuft of my hair, she walked briskly to a small windowless room, not much larger than a broom cupboard. I gasped when I saw the widely spread rump and slit of a woman facing me, her head and wrists trapped in a kneeling pillory, knees wide apart. Beside her was an identical device in which I soon found myself secured. As they were angled slightly away from each other, I couldn’t see her head and face.

My position was adjusted to her satisfaction, with my knees apart, toes pointed backwards and back arched. I could feel my labia parting. I felt my left foot touching my companion’s right foot, whereupon Nancy zip-tied our little toes together.

Thankfully the floor was carpeted. She walked around and squatted in front of me. ‘Lift your head, and keep still’. She held my chin with her left hand and brought her right hand up, containing an implement which looked like some kind of pliers. She opened it and I felt it invading my nostrils. I panicked, thinking I was going to have my septum pierced, and flinched waiting for the pain.

‘Keep still’ Nancy repeated, squeezing my chin. I felt no pain and the thing was withdrawn. The young woman held it up, and I saw that a tiny whitish plug was stuck to one of its pointed ends. She held it in her beautifully manicured fingers and placed it in a little transparent plastic container with a clip-on top. It bore a label ‘Victoria’ written in the same hand as the note on the scarf. She got up, returned, did something to my nostrils with her fingers, and when she took her hand away, I felt a ring above my upper lip on to which she clipped a chain, the other end of which was in her right hand. She gripped the chain some six inches from my nose and pulled on it. The pain was excruciating. I gasped. It brought tears to my eyes. She seemed satisfied at my reaction.

She held my nose and said, ‘Open your mouth’, which I did, and a large ring gag was inserted. Out of habit I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it expecting a sharp shock in my clit. No shock came, as Nancy strapped it behind my neck. It was an ordinary gag. Looking at me she chuckled, flicking it inwards with her finger against her thumb. It hurt. ‘If I want your tongue out, I’ll let you know’.

I was left, nose leash hanging down to the floor beneath me. I couldn’t see the other woman, neither could I speak to her. I suspected that she was waiting in the same condition as me.

Presently, Nancy returned and I heard her behind me doing something to my companion. ‘Push’, she ordered, followed a few seconds later by a grunt from beside me.

I felt her cool hand on my rump, parting my ass cheeks, and something cold dripped on to my rear orifice. I sensed something hard pressing insistently against my sphincter, beginning to invade it. ‘Push’, repeated the Chinese girl, as the plug stretched my virgin asshole and slid right in. I grunted too. I had the irresistible urge to expel the large invader from my back passage, but had no way to achieve it.

Nancy got up and walked out ordering us to stay as we were.

We waited for what seemed an agonisingly long time. I had no idea how long. I was afraid to adjust my position too much as I didn’t know if Nancy was watching. I heard her leave the room, but the door hadn’t been closed. Eventually I briefly moved my right knee from time to time, and tried to move my head and arms. The pillory held me tightly with little room for manoeuvre, and it got very uncomfortable. I squirmed hoping that I’d be released soon. The other woman was trying to ease her discomfort too, occasionally pulling on my toe, both of us moaning, sometimes in unison.

Eventually Nancy came and snipped the toe tie. My companion, who had been imprisoned in her pillory for longer, was released.  I heard a sharp, ‘Ahhh’... and guessed she also had a nose chain fitted, as she was led away.

Within a minute or two Nancy returned and I felt the bar trapping me being raised. She took hold of my nose leash, and striding purposefully in her high heels, led me by it on hands and knees behind her. She didn’t walk slowly or look around. I had to scrabble quickly lest my nose be jerked, constantly aware of the foreign body in my rectum.

I was taken into the master bedroom, with a huge bed. The other woman was on all fours with her ass facing me. Her rosebud was hidden by a steel disc in which was set a twinkling red faceted glass insert indicating her butt plug. Nancy brought me round to face her.

I nearly fainted in surprise. I was staring at my near twin. I had to look twice to check that I wasn’t looking in a mirror. Before me was a petite young woman, with dark hair, cut and styled in the same way as mine. She had the same deep brown eyes set in a face uncannily like mine, with a chain hanging down from a ring in her septum. She could easily have passed for my sister, if not as a non-identical twin.

‘Kneel’, Nancy ordered and we complied facing each other hands behind neck, tits sticking out. The girl was as surprised as I was. I looked at her collar, which read ‘VALERIE’, and she at mine. A ruby was inset into her nose ring’.

Nancy spoke to us, ‘A reminder, speak only if you’re spoken to until you leave. Remain kneeling or on all fours. When leashed, keep at my heel. Don’t stand without permission, or speak to each other. Is that understood?’

‘Yes Miss’, we responded together.

We knelt in silence for a little time, while Nancy sat reading a novel at an ornate desk nearby, on which she had placed her cell phone. Eventually it trilled. It seemed to be a signal, for she got up, took hold of our nose leashes leading us on all fours to the bedroom door, and had us kneel side by side next to it. The loops of our leashes were placed on a hook in the frame of the door at waist height.

Nancy stood behind us, waiting.

I heard voices and as they approached the door, Nancy said calmly, ‘Obeisance’. I had been taught this position by Dave. I prostrated myself, nose and forehead touching the deep pile carpet, my tongue fully extended and pressed to the pile, rump up and back arched, hands crossed behind my back, fingers straight.

The door opened. I felt a shoe touching the top of my forehead. I lifted my head and kissed it. It was a highly polished black Italian man’s shoe. It was withdrawn and replaced by another, a woman’s stiletto, pointy toed and peachy in colour. I kissed it likewise, before it too was withdrawn.

Valerie and I remained prostrated as the couple walked away.

Nancy spoke, ‘Up... all fours’. She took the leashes and led us past a large ornate low glass topped table, towards the end of the bed – facing it - where she repeated the command, ‘Obeisance’.

I heard a woman’s voice, ‘Bring one of them here’. As I was closest, Nancy took my leash and led me on hands and knees to a large en-suite luxury bathroom, where a tall slim young woman in a tight fitting dress matching her shoes, stood towering over me. She was stunningly beautiful, with long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, a perfectly symmetrical near angelic face, with high cheekbones and pink lips, coiffured hair and a figure to match. Her legs seemed to stretch upwards forever.

‘Leave’, she said dismissively to Nancy, taking my leash, and ‘Kneel’ to me’. Bending forward slightly, she looked me in the eyes and glanced at my collar. She touched my lower lip with the tip of her index finger and said, ‘Open’. I opened my mouth wide. She beckoned, curling her finger, ‘Out’, she said. I stuck my tongue out. She held and examined it briefly with her finger and thumb, lifting and stretching it as far as it would go. She seemed satisfied and placed the end of my leash on it, ‘Hold’, she said, and I did so with my teeth.

I thought she was in her early twenties at most, possibly younger.  She undressed as I knelt and watched, taking her shoes off first, before discarding her dress and underwear on the floor. I noticed that she wore a pad in her little panties, and when she turned I could see a short string hanging from her labia. Her body was fantastic and I wondered if she was a top fashion model. Her deportment was perfect. She behaved as if I wasn’t there... a petite naked brunette, collared, nose-leashed and butt plugged, kneeling to attention knees spread wide on the cold tiles. I wondered what she wanted me for.

She moved to the WC and removed the tampon from her vagina. It was clean, and after carefully studying it, she murmured in approval before depositing it in the little pedal-operated bin alongside. Evidently her period was over. That she menstruated suggested to me that she was not enrolled in the Program, and consequently wasn’t fitted with any implants. She casually reached for my leash, leading me on my knees towards the WC and indicating that I kneel again with the leash between my teeth. She sat, and peed for quite a long time, glancing around the room or examining her nails, while I listened to it squirting out, from only a couple of feet away. She didn’t seem in the least embarrassed.

When she finished she stood close to my face with legs parted, hand on the back of my head, my nose leash held in the other, and said coolly, ‘Clean me, make sure it’s all off’. She pressed my head forward, and I complied, working my tongue into her slit, as she parted her legs further to allow access. I could smell and taste her piss as I lapped away at her pee-hole, labia, thighs and upper legs, until she turned and walked away, dropping my leash.

‘Clean yourself up’, she said pointing to the roll of tissue by the WC. I wiped my face with it. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, checked her hair and make-up, rummaged through her handbag, which was on the vanity unit, and dabbed some perfume here and there, before striding out completely naked into the bedroom, leaving me kneeling. Moments later Nancy returned and led me out on all fours to kneel beside the bed.

There was Dave standing in tuxedo and bow tie, with Valerie at his feet, his cock deep in her mouth, his hand on the back of her head moving it on and off his penis. 

‘Did you enjoy the performance, Esther?’ he asked the beautiful young woman. ‘It was fabulous’ she said, ‘I love Broadway’.

Wine was brought on a tray by the Chinese girl and offered to Esther and Dave, who continued to discuss the show and the meal they had enjoyed at a restaurant.

Esther lay propped up on the bed, while Valerie continued to suck Dave. She looked at me, patted the bed by her side, and said, ‘Up’. By the time I was beside her she had bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. Taking my leash she drew me between them by the nose, and had me pleasure her. ‘Hands behind your back.  Slowly, I don’t want to come just yet’.

Her cunt was as pretty as her face and body, symmetrical, hairless, cleaned and perfumed. She tasted sweet and I worked slowly, avoiding her little clit, engrossed in pleasing her. She lay back and relaxed as I did it, occasionally moving her cunt against my face. Throughout she held my nose chain taut with her hand on her flat tummy, preventing me from moving my mouth away, occasionally adjusting my head with her other hand.

Presently I heard and felt Dave get on the bed and lie beside her.

‘Enough’ said Esther, pushing my head away from her cunt.

Dave was naked. It was the first time I had seen him unclothed. His penis was limp, and I guessed he had ejaculated into Valerie’s mouth, if not her throat. He didn’t look at me.

Nancy walked over and by my leash took me off the bed to where Valerie was prostrated. ‘Down’, she said quietly, as I moved to touch the carpet with my nose and tongue.

She walked away, leaving us, and I could hear Dave and Esther chatting away about their evening together, but of course we couldn’t see what they were doing.

I wondered what would happen next. I could taste Esther on my tongue.

Nancy returned and I heard her doing something to Valerie, before my head was raised by the leash, which jerked my nose. I gave a little cry of pain. ‘Quiet’ she said sharply.

When I looked at her, I boggled. Valerie knelt wearing a red leather harness buckled over and around her head, forming an inverted ‘V’ around her nose, partly covering her eyes, and encircling her chin. From her bulging mouth jutted a large red rubber penis. It was grotesque. Her wrists were in handcuffs behind her back. After my leash was unclipped, I soon found myself similarly attired, with the bulbous end of a penis gag in my mouth held firmly in place by a blue harness strapped tightly and expertly by Nancy. From my mouth jutted a large heavy blue penis some eight inches long. My hands were locked in the cuffs. She picked up a small can from the floor beside her, pushed both of us on our backs, and squirted something cold into our vaginas, working it in with her fingers a few times.

Then Nancy led us on our knees to the low table a few feet from the bed, and encouraged us to climb on it on all fours. She unclipped the nose chains. ‘Down’, she ordered, calmly, and as if it was a perfectly ordinary thing to say, ‘Fuck each other hard until I tell you to stop’.

It wasn’t easy to get the penis into Valerie’s tight little slit, especially as she struggled to get her’s into mine. I soon felt it stretching and slipping right in and out of my cunt, as Valerie worked her head. Being fucked by a large dildo, and wearing a plug in my ass increased my impulse to shit. I still couldn’t insert mine, until I got a slap on my ass, as Nancy grabbed my hair shoving the penis right into Valerie’s hole. I fucked her as hard as I could until my neck muscles ached. She was as tight as me.

Through Valerie’s legs I could just about see Dave and Esther watching us perform for them. Nancy was standing back and to one side. The end of Valerie’s red faceted butt plug twinkled in the lights in front of my eyes as my penis slid in and out. We performed for something like ten minutes.

Dave must have signalled, for Nancy bade us stop, and removed the harnesses from our heads. My neck and jaw ached from the exertion. Still handcuffed, Nancy got us up on to the end of the huge bed, below Dave and Esther’s feet. ‘Right, lick each other like sluts’, she ordered. I wormed my way into Valerie’s slit, slurping away at her labia, vulva and clitoris as she did mine. Whether we did it automatically, or not, I don’t know, but we both seemed to be working in tandem, whether it was tongue-fucking or clit flicking. I wondered if I tasted the same to Valerie as she did to me, until my mind was totally on the task in hand. Her attention to my clit was arousing me.

In the background I became aware that Dave was being fucked by Esther. She was on top of him, facing us, working herself up and down on him. She seemed to be turned on by the show we were providing.

As she got more excited, she rubbed her slit with her manicured middle finger, saying breathlessly, ‘When I come, you two little sluts come too, got that?’. Valerie and I nodded our heads without pausing our clit licking.

Before too long Esther said, ‘I’m coming... wait for it’.

I could feel my orgasm rising, and I listened out for the young woman to speak. She would decide when we climaxed.

‘Naaaawwww’, she howled in a high pitched voice. Valerie and I came simultaneously, our faces buried in each other’s clefts, tongues wiggling away.

Nancy grabbed us immediately by the hair and I found myself in Esther’s slit again and was told to lick it out. Valerie, beside me, was cleaning Dave’s cock with her tongue. I could taste the semen in Esther’s cunt, mixed with the woman’s juices. She didn’t want me touching her clit, pushing my head down from it when I tried to lick it. I guess it was just too sensitive to be touched.

Our leashes were re-attached, our handcuffs removed, and we knelt on the woman’s side of the bed with our backs to it for a few minutes after we finished.

I felt a tremendous release and warmth after the orgasm, and was strangely pleased that I had been of service to Dave. I wondered what would be required of us next.

Dave and Esther got off the bed, and made for their separate bathrooms.  As she passed, she beckoned for us to follow. We crawled behind as she strode. On the tiles she had us kneel, and looked at Valerie closely, examining her tongue, as she did mine, earlier. Seemingly satisfied, she looked at me, ‘Lie on your back’. I complied, the cool tiles beneath me. Addressing Valerie she said, ‘Lick her out’. Valerie scampered between my legs. I raised my knees and parted them to allow her access. Esther watched us for a moment or two, before walking over to the vanity unit and checking her make-up and hair. Valerie’s tongue was busily working and I was beginning to get aroused again. Esther stood one foot each side of my head, facing Valerie, looking down at me past her long legs. She squatted, until her labia sat on my nose. She rocked herself back and forth, masturbating herself on it, using it and the ring for stimulation. I felt it pulling on my septum, as she watched Valerie obeying her command.

After several minutes, she moved forward off my nose, her labia touching my lips. ‘Open wide’, she said. I did so. I felt her tense, and a brief stream of piss shot out, filling my mouth. ‘Swallow’, she ordered. Her piss was warm, and slightly pungent. I swallowed, nearly gagging. ‘Again’, she said, and another burst of pee emerged. She repeated the process three or four times, before getting up. ‘Change places, quickly’, she said casually. We promptly obeyed. She squatted likewise over Valerie’s face and pissed into her mouth half a dozen times, and had the girl lick her clean when she had finished.

‘Get back in there’, she said sharply. We crawled away dragging our leashes. Nancy was waiting for us and had us kneel by the bed facing the bathroom. I could hear Esther having a shower.

Nancy left the room, returning with a small two-wheeled tip-up trolley on which was an object draped under a red cloth. She tipped it off and placed it by the wall on Esther’s side of the bed, some fifteen feet away from us. She went out again bringing in another one, covered by a blue cloth, placing it beside the first, separated by about two feet, near the bathroom door. She placed her phone on top of the object. On the trolley were also two circular discs about two feet in circumference, which she placed side by side on the low glass-topped table facing the bed, before returning to the cloth covered objects.

She turned, looked at Valerie, and pointing to her feet, said, ‘Here!’ She scrambled over. Nancy did something to the woman but I couldn’t see. The red cloth was removed to reveal a small metal box. Its front facing side had two rows of round holes just about big enough for a finger to poke through. At its bottom was a slit, an inch high and about a foot long. She opened its hinged front, forcing Valerie inside before closing and securing it with two flat sliding bolts at top and bottom. She folded the cloth, placing it on the box, with Valerie’s leash.

With Valerie secured, Nancy turned to me and spoke quietly but firmly, ‘Quickly, I’ve got things to do!’ I scampered to her feet. She had a little container in her hand. ‘Turn around’, she said, and she rubbed something onto my clit, before slipping her finger over my vulva’. She removed the blue cloth and in moments I was similarly confined in the second box, nearest the bathroom door.

After unclipping my leash, Nancy inserted me efficiently into it in seconds. I suspected that she had done it several times before. She had me sit leaning forward with my back facing the inside of the box, my bottom on its floor. She pressed my tits tightly against my knees, whilst pushing my head firmly down, turned to one side, with arms at my side, hands clasped in front of and above my ankles.

In that ball-like position I was turned sideways and forcibly pushed into the confined space, my back against the side wall of the box, my eyes facing out. As soon as I was in, she forced the door firmly against my right arm bringing my shoulders closer together, whilst sliding the bolts into place. I heard her put the leash on top of the box.

Still squatting, Nancy picked up her phone, stood, and made a call, ‘Hi Laura. Thanks for the text. Glad you made it and checked in with no problem. It’s been a long day. The first one arrived at midday from JFK, and the second shortly after two this afternoon. They really are like two peas in a pod. Once I had them sorted and secured, I managed to finish the last of the trilogy you recommended, the denouement was unexpected and I enjoyed it. I’ve just put them in, the second was a bit tight, but she went in OK. I’ve applied the gel to keep them on heat too. I’ll have to come back up if they’re taken out and need putting back in afterwards. That’s unlikely as he’s tired. The collars and implants will keep them monitored and will let me know if there’s a serious issue. If you like you can come and check them out in the morning. I’ll meet you down in the all night bistro in ten to fifteen minutes, after I’ve freshened up and changed into something casual. I haven’t eaten all day. If you’re there before me, order some wine. If you want, come to my room afterwards’. She strode out of the bedroom without so much as a backward glance.

Nancy was right; it was incredibly tight, unbelievably cramped and uncomfortable. The sides were inflexible. My knees remained tight against my chest, and my head bent forward between my knees and the top of the box, my right ear touching it. My arms were squeezed between the door and the back. My ankles were touching my thighs, and my toes pointed into the corners. It was intensely claustrophobic. Adjusting position on its hard metal floor was almost impossible and agonising. The pain from my rump gradually travelled upwards throughout my lower torso. I became increasingly aware of the butt plug pressing against my inner regions. I could hardly move anything other than my fingers. Worse still, after all the exertion, I felt the need to pee. Through the holes, half a dozen of which were at eye level, I could see a little of the room, and bed.

Soon Esther and Dave returned to the bed, where they enjoyed more wine, conversation and sex, accompanied by a lot of giggling from the girl. I could see and hear them, but not clearly.

After some ten or fifteen minutes of my confinement, my clit and labia began to feel warm, to throb and itch, but only enough to arouse, undoubtedly caused by the substance which had been applied. As time passed I began to get wet, and was frustrated by being unable to rub my clit. 

What with wanting to pee, the itch in my cunt, which I couldn’t reach, and the strict nature of my confinement, it was hell. Any idea of sleep was out of the question. Esther’s piss remained in my mouth, mingled with the aftertaste of Dave’s ejaculate. I was aware of my nose ring pulling slightly because of the angle of my head. My collar was pressing into my collar-bone. I didn’t know if Nancy had returned from the bistro, had gone to sleep elsewhere, or was having sex with a friend.

I could hear faint muffled sounds to my right as Valerie tried to ease the discomfort of her little prison.

The lights were dimmed. Eventually Dave and Esther fell asleep. Dave snored and Esther mumbled while she slept. I daren’t try speaking to Valerie, lest I woke them. Esther got up once in the night and tiptoed past my box to the bathroom and peed. Hearing her, free to empty her bladder at will, greatly increased my desire to piss. It was a real effort to not do it in the box, and I was afraid of the Chinese girl’s displeasure if I made a mess.

I tried to get Esther’s attention as she returned, by calling in a whisper through the holes, ‘Miss... Miss...’

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