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By *angerine OP Man
over a year ago
somewhere inbetween the right and wrong |
I wrote this story and posted on here (with my old profile) back in 2015.
I hope you enjoy.
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the status update seemed simple enough. "Sub male needed to join M/f couple, apply with suggestion for playtime". I had always classed myself as a submissively natured guy, to the point where it made me a pushover in my professional life but it also hindered me sexually- after all, shy bairns get no sweets.
My reply was elequent and respectful, if I was to try something new, I may as well do it right.
"Dear Sir & Miss,
I am writing to ask permission to join you in a fantasy I wish to share with you. I wish my head to be between Miss' thighs, while Sir makes love to her- my tounge caressing Miss' pussy as well as Sir's shaft and balls.
After Sir has had his fill, I would willingly clean up any cum that Sir would leave behind in Miss. Pussy, body and ass.
In return, I will respectfully refer to you both as Sir and Miss (or however else you wish to be called). This would be my first time tasting another gentleman so I request that any boundries are kept to unless I ask otherwise.
Yours, in servitude,
T."
It seemed a bit long winded but if the advertisment was going to be written like a job offering, a suitable response should be made.
I received nothing for a few weeks but my profile was viewed a number of times- until one Wednesday- I received a reply.
"Congratulations, you have been accepted for our nex round of applicants, further interviews are held in the Costa on North Street this Saturday at 10am. Dress accordingly.
Please supply a face picture and a mobile number before then."
Dress Accordingly? That could mean anything from a full suit to a zippy latex catsuit- as we are meeting in public, I decided to go for a shirt & tie- it's the middle of summer, far too hot for a suit.
Picture and mobile number were sent and I waited for the weekend.
***
The street was heaving, as it always is on a sunny Saturday, the city full of tourists and kids dashing all over the place- as I approached the coffee shop, I realised that I had no idea who I was going to meet- their profile only had a few body shots and faces were blurred out. It was at this point I received a text message.
"Buy yourself a drink and wait outside- we are watching and asessing your performance".
How odd, I was expecting a sit down and chat but I was enjoying this little game. I wait in line, get to the counter and smile sweetly to the girl at the counter as I order myself a Chocolate in a ToGo cup. She didn't seem to care much and barely grunted back at me. So much for being friendly.
I left and waited near the door- making sure I don't look around too much or make it obvious that I'm looking for someone, descression is the key word here. There was a pretty good busker just down the street so my attention was focused on his playing. I almost didn't hear her soft accent as she told me to follow her.
Shooked from my musical trance, I responded with a breif "of course" and followed her. she was wearing a light blue dress which clung loosely to her curves, the thin material of her skirt swishing from side to side as she walked.
She never looked behind to see if I was still behind her as She led me to a hidden park a few minutes away from the coffee shop, it was deserted save from a couple of bookish looking students and half dozen picnic tables.
Sir was already sat there with a coffee, Miss took her place next to him and gestured to the seat opposite. I thanked her and said Hello to the smartly dressed man, offering my hand before I took my seat. The shake was brief yet firm.
It was the first time I saw Her face- gently rounded with soft features, brown eyes and brunette hair framed her pretty well. Her dress was modest and allowed for a hint of cleavage but her curvy shape suggested alot more was to come, at a guess I assumed she was a size 14-16 but I've never been good as judging womens sizes, the numbers have never been that important to me.
Sir was dressed very smartly, shirt and tie like myself but his seemed to be much more respectable- presuambly as he was taller and much trimmer than I, his hair neatly combed compared to my spikey and teased look. I'd say he was late 30's so not much older than I.
When he spoke, it was very direct and without any heasitation... "We have accepted your submission, we will enact your suggestion however you must agree to the following terms" He paused and nodded to Her, signallying for her to slide some paperwork across the table, on top was my original Email followed by a list of bullet points. "We will give you a moment to read them"
***
The couple leaned back and intently watched me as I read through the list of terms. If they bothered to look UNDER the table, they would see my trousers tightening ever so slightly.
The terms were simple enough and some even mirrored my own.
1) We will be adressed by Sir and Miss, you will be referred to as Boy AT ALL TIMES.
2) Boy will respond to any and all questions and requests by addressing us in the above.
3) Boy will follow any orders given, for any deviation, permission must be requested from Sir.
4) Miss will only give orders to Boy with permission from Sir, Boy is not to oblige Miss's orders, or respond to questions without Sir's direct permission.
5) Sir will not force himself on Boy and will limit his intereaction to light oral only with a safeword to be arranged.
6) Should Boy wish for further or more intimate interactions, he must request in the manner detailed in point 1.
7) Boy will practice safe penetration at all times. This rule will not apply between Sir and Miss.
There was a point to sign my name, and I did so- with one word... Boy.
"Good, are you ready to begin?" She asked- her voice firm and authorititive, stark contrast to the submissive role she seemed to be maintaining.
Remembering the rules, I looked at Sir who nodded his head, the slightest smile crossed his face.
I responded simply- "Yes Miss, I am".
***
Before Miss had a chance to say anything more, Sir put his hand on her arm, as if to hold her back, and stood up- I could see a noticable bulge had been forming between his legs, a far superior specimen to my own. Miss has noticed too, it was hard not to as she was still seated- the bulge almost at eye level.
she also noticed me looking- as she stood up she made sure to smile and give me a slight raise of an eyebrow.
"We have somewhere else to be. We'll be in touch Boy, wait for further instructions from us but for now, enjoy your day".
I stood up and shook Sir's hand. Miss had noticed my bulge this time and winked as I shook her hand.
As they walked away, Sir placed his hand around the small of Miss' back, almost caressing the curve at the top of her ass, I said behind them- as polite and respectful as I could muster given my nerves "Goodbye Sir, Miss".
The students had already left the park, if only they knew.
***
I watched them leave, as they turned the corner I paid my attention back to the table. At this point I realised that for all the gameplay and business-like formality, Sir had left the signed Contract behind. I took the piece of paper, folded it up and placed it in my shirt pocket.
I loosened my tie and laid down on the bench-seat of the picnic table, smiling to myself about how this little game was going to unfold.
My phone sounded for a text- a message from Sir.
"Miss has left you a gift under her seat, wear them if we choose to meet you. Sir"
I turned my head from my reclined location on the seat- a small blue box was on the opposite seat. I collected it and opened it up.
A lace garter and a cock-ring.
I put my gifts back in the box and replied to the message.
"Yes Sir.
Thank you Miss".
The gifts suggested a promise to meet again but the wording on the message hinted otherwise- "IF WE CHOOSE TO MEET".
***
That night, and the next few after that, passed without any further contact from Sir- they hadn't viewed the profile any more times, infact they hadn't even logged in since our meeting.
I gave up entertaining hope of any further contact and returned to business as usual- at least I had gotten a new toy to play with, and the garter- well, maybe it could be useful at a wedding or something.
It was Thursday afternoon, the summer weather had changed to something far less pleasant (oh the joys of a British Summer) and my phone went off- I'd set a custom tone for Sir's number so I knew exactly who it was but chose to ignore it as I was working.
It was a long two hours till I managed to take a look.
"The Nag's Head, 6.30 tonight. We'll be waiting. Sir"
I left that office faster than I have ever done for a gloomy Thursday- Straight home, showered, dressed in a clean shirt and over to the pub in record time.
Just as well the weather had picked up, I didn't fancy walking to the other side of the city in the drizzle from earlier.
***
It was 6.25 when I walked into the pub, no sign of Sir but facing away from me- alone at a table, was Miss.
She had no drink on the table, so I walked upto her and asked if I could get a drink for herself or Sir. Assuming he would be making an appearance soon.
She asked for a small Vodka and Orange but suggested I get something I can finish in a hurry as she didn't know what Sir had planned for the evening and they may need to leave in a hurry- A large Whisky and Coke fit that description perfectly as well as doubling up as a sizable bit of dutch courage.
As I made my way back to the table, I took my time so I could fully check out Miss.
Her hair seemed darker than it had the other day and was neatly tucked up in a loose bun, held in place by a couple of lacquered chopsticks, her dress was a tad more fitted too, in a very dark blue that looked black in the dim light of the bar. Again only showing a small hint of cleavage, a delicate necklace hung just above where the neckline ended- drawing attention to her breats even more.
I could see a few of the other guys in the place eyeing her up and down, oblivious to what may be happening in front of their noses.
I took a seat and offered Miss her drink- which she downed in one.
"Drink up Boy" she said, her eyes gesturing to the door "it's time to go home"
I looked towards the door, Sir was stood there and gave us a nod- the drink was finished in short measure and I followed Miss as she headed for the door.
***
Sir was dressed as before, a sharp looking suit with a grey tie... I couldn't help but smile to myself because of the obvious link to "50 Shades" and what may very well happen later- I'd never read the book but had an idea of the parallels between it and our situation.
The heels made a slight click-clack noise as Miss walked over to Sir, they weren't very high, only an inch at the most.
Miss walked right upto Sir and without a hello or any invitation gave him a big, passionate and noisy kiss- both of them groaning in the moment, as I looked about- slightly embarassed by the public display- most of the bar were enjoying the show, even the bar staff were distracted by the performance.
Sir's hands were around her, holding her tightly and pulled her in close- almost lifting her from the ground. Those heels could have been a bit taller.
When Miss had finally disentangled herself from Sir, she straightened his tie and walked away, looking over her shoulder he instructed "Come along you two, I want to go home".
Simultaniously we responded together as we walked through the door: "Yes Sir".
I could feel the cockring getting that much tighter as we walked to his car.
***
As we approached the blue estate car, Sir instructed me that I must sit in the back with Miss, but I was to face forward and was not permitted to talk, touch or look at her AT ALL.
He then told Miss that she was to "prepare herself", whatever that meant.
As we pulled away, I tried to relax as I idly fiddled with the garter I was wearing underneith my trousers.
It was at this point that I realised what Sir meant when he told Miss to "prepare". Out of he corner of my eye I could see her hitching up her dress and remove something from herself.
The pattern of the driver's seat headrest suddenly became very interesting- Sir had told me not to look for a reason, who was I to disobey...?
"Boy, Open your mouth- Miss has a gift for you" came His voice from the front of the car.
As I parted my lips to say Yes, my mouth was filled with a hard, rubber thing.
I tasted the foriegn object and realised that this was a butt plug and that this had, indeed, been used for it's designed purpose.
As I put my hand to my mouth, I could feel hair- this must have been one of those plugs that turns Miss into a pony.
"Don't touch it, Boy" Miss said, harshly "you'll be sucking my shitty plug for the rest of the trip"... for good measure she pushed the plug further into my mouth.
The trip, incidentally, lasted the better part of 20 minutes.
20 minutes of Miss' shit on my tounge,
20 minutes of her smell under my nose,
20 minutes of my cock swelling ever larger, straining against the ring.
***
We pulled up to their house, an inconspicious three bed semi in some quiet suburban street.
There were a few patches of grassland and trees dotted about, no through traffic and alot of well kept gardens. I could imagine alot of the Neighbourhood Watch types would live here, twitching curtains and gossiping about the new decking that Phyllis at No 25 had fitted.
Sir pulled up onto the drive, got out and opened the doors for Miss and myself. I was releived that it was quiet on this street and that drive was far enough from the street.
I hadn't removed it since the car and wasn't keen on anyone seeing my with, what seemed like, a ponytail hanging from my mouth.
Sir unlocked the door and led me in, Miss followed behind me.
Immediatly I was taken up the stairs and into a bedroom. I imagined this was their playroom- there were no personal items here, nothing that showed any glimpse into their personal life, simply a king sized bed, a full length mirror, a dresser with a small stereo on the end and a battered leather armchair.
"Boy, strip to your underwear and face the mirror with your hands behind your back.
Miss, take ALL your clothes off and get on your knees" Sir said as he took off his jacket, shirt and tie.
I did as instructed, offering my ogbligitory "Yes Sir" which was muffled because the plug was still in my mouth. as I was looking in the mirror, I could see Sir slouching in the armchair, with Miss on her knees in front of him. Her hands were on her knees, head was bowed down- as if to expect communion or something.
After a few minutes, that seemed an eternity with the anticipation, Sir moved to the edge of the seat and grabbed a handfull of Miss' hair.
He pulled her face down onto his cock, she didn't need telling how to please him.
Miss moaned as she took his length into her mouth, Sir tilted his head back, smiled and sighed.
What came next was a surprise.
***
"Boy, give that shitty plug to me and go lay on the bed. Miss will assume the position you requested on your application once I'm done with her"
I took the plug out of my mouth, a sweet relief as my jaw was started to ache slightly, I handed Sir the plug and offered my thanks. He said nothing, he hardly looked at me as he slid the plug into his own ass and started to fuck himself with it while Miss carried on sucking his cock.
Her eyes were fixed on his face the entire time, not looking away for a moment.
I walked to the bed and laid down, watching my new masters as she made a hot, sloppy meal of his cock.
Sir pulled pulled up on Miss' hair, making her stand up- long, sticky trails of drool and precum hanging from her mouth.
Miss was gasping for air, her naked breasts rapidly rising and swelling with every breath. This was the first time I had seen her naked, or even gotten a good look at her and I found it hard to look away. Soft, milky skin, a juicy rounded ass, firm breasts that only showed a tiny amount of drooping and a toned waist.
She wasn't a skinny girl by any means but it was obvious that she knew how to look after herself and worked out regularly.
"You broke the rules earlier, GIRL- did you not think I'd notice or let it go unpunished?" Sir shouted her Miss. This was the first time I heard her be referred to as 'Girl' and I started to understand how the chain of command worked with us.
Before Miss was able to respond Sir had rammed the plug he had been fucking himself with into her mouth and pushed her away from him. "Now go assume the position, I'll punish you when I see fit".
***
As Miss walked towards me, her eyes watering but an obvious smile behind the plug that now filled her mouth, I finally spoke.
"Sir, may I ask, how did Miss break the rules?"
Sir strided past Miss and stood over me, my face inches from his still hard cock which hung above me. A tiny bit of stringy goo grazed my face and stuck, just out of reach of my tounge.
he spoke firmly but quietly, in a slightly patronising way- as if he was speaking to a child who asked 'Why' a few too many times.
"When we left the pub, Miss told US to go leave because SHE wanted to go home- I do NOT take orders from my Boys and Girls without consequences, am I understood?"
For added effect he smacked my forhead with his cock, his wetness splattering over my face, and then walked over to his chair, took off his trousers and sat down.
After his blowjob and hitting me after, his trousers would have some interesting stains already. He wore plain green boxers, the olive colour that is worn in the Army- I wonder if he was a soldier, as his body was very well sculpted- not overly muscular but he kept himself fit. A glaring contract to my pot belly and undefined arms.
Miss climbed onto the bed, her wet pussy barely out of reach of my tounge. She was pressing her hands on my chest, stopping me from leaning up and tasting her.
This was going to happen, and there was no turning back now.
***
By NerdAndNaughty Find posts by NerdAndNaughty Man 7 hours ago
Sittingbourne
"You may begin, I will join you when I'm ready" Sir instructed, Miss lowered herself onto me and my tounge exploded with the taste of her sex. She squirmed on me and she got comfortable and enjoyed my tounge lapping her pussy and teasing her clit.
She was already so very wet, I'd need more than a small towel by the time she was finished with me- Sir was indeed a very lucky man.
Time vanished, as I was lost in Miss' pussy, her squirming and moaning spurring me on to pleasure her more and more. She was still sucking on the plug that had been forced into her by Sir, she was moaning so loudly I dreaded to think how loud she is when not restrained by the large, rubbery thing filling her mouth.
Sir put some music on, it was only some dance stuff that I wouldn't have played myself but it helped me keep a good rythme, I lost any sense of timing when Sir, without warning, slid his cock into Miss' pussy and slowly started to fuck her. He wasn't going all the way in though, giving me room to lick his shaft as well as her pussy.
I could just about hear his moans as we satisfied him, Miss was trying to sceam loud enough to bring the house down- the plug barely doing it's job to contain her.
***
Sir (unable to control himself at this point) began to pick up speed, it wasn't long before he was thrusting deep into her and his balls were smacking me, full force, in my face.
He was fucking her, and fucking her hard, I could tell he was about to cum so I abandoned Miss and started focusing on Sir- my tounge working the underside of his shaft and over his balls as he climaxed, pushing himself as far into her as he could.
I felt his balls tighten with my lips- as he stayed deep inside her while cumming, I took the opportunity to take some of his smooth, hairfree and now empty sack into my mouth and my tounge flicked against his nut. From the noised he was making- I think he liked it.
Sir pulled out of Miss, his cock flopped out of her- gravity forcing it to land squarely on my chin and neck, his balls still being warmed by my mouth.
He pulled away from me now, my lips finally releasing his balls.
He instructed Miss to raise up onto her knees. Her hands were still pressing down against my chest, she had been pressing down the entire time so I was unable to move- not that I wanted to, I was savoring the moment.
As she moved herself- my face was getting covered in the mix of my saliva, Sir's cum and Miss' wetness, I licked my lips to taste the cocktail of sex- it was like nothing I've ever tasted before.
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I watched Sir's legs as he walked around to face Miss, I couldn't see much as Miss was still meer inches from my face but I figured he must have finally released the plug from Miss' mouth as i could hear her panting and gasping for air, barely able to speak.
"Thank you Sir, (gasp) thank you so (gasp) very much. (pant) I'm such a happy (gasp) Girl for serving you".
Sir said nothing as he assumed his position behind her, his cock still limp but holding it's size very well- I was jealous of that cock and the things it was allowed todo right now.
All through the fucking, my cock was ridged and straining painfully against the cock ring- eager for someone to relase it's load but it had never been touched, Miss' knees either side of my stopped me from touching myself and she was far too preoccupied to think about my needs- I was far too busy too, and my tasks were far from over yet.
"Boy, you promised to clean Miss- do you still intend to honour that promise?" asked Sir, hardly out of breath now- his cock swaying above me like a pendulum on a grandfather clock, my eyes couldn't help but follow.
"yyyyy, yes Sir" I stuttered, nerves getting the better of me as I made a request I didn't expect to be doing. "But may I clean you first Sir?"
He reached down and stroked my face, his hand resting to cradle the back of my neck. A smile in his voice indicated he was pleased with my request, and the manner in which I spoke.
***
He rested the tip of his cock on my mouth as I started to lick the cocktail of cum, spit and pussy from him. I started taking his cock into my mouth- it felt much larger than it looked and twitched as I gently sucked my way up and down his shaft and massaged the head with my tounge.
He never tried to slide it in further than I took it, always respecting my original wish that giving oral to him was on MY terms. I was so happy at that I could have cried- my eyes were already streaming however as I tried to take as much of his cock as possible.
I never managed to take all of him, but from the erection that was starting to recover- I figured that I was doing a good enough job regardless.
I pulled away from Sir, giving his head one last suck as his cock came out of my mouth, making a faint popping sound. I said to him "Thank you for respecting my request to be gentle with me Sir, it is very much appreciated".
He knelt down and kissed me on the forhead, tasting the mixture that Miss had been dripping onto me for the last five minutes after Sir asked Miss to raise herself up.
"You're welcome Boy, now clean Miss while I arrange your punishments"
As Miss lowered herself to me, I licked her pussy dry- every drop was swallowed save for the mess on my face. My arms were still restrained between Miss' legs and my body- I hadn't even noticed that Sir had used the word "punishments"... as in plural... as in more than one!
***
As I begun my task of cleaning Miss, I heard her softly scream and I felt a tickling on my head- Sir must have taken the ponytail-haired plug and returned it to the location it was when I first met them earlier that night, nestled between the perfect cheeks of Miss' ass.
I heard slapping too- accompanied by Miss, moaning.
Without the plug to stiffle her, there was nothing to prevent her from screaming now and scream she did. I tilted my head back and through the plug's hair, I saw Sir swinging a tabletennis paddle and smacking Miss squarely in the ass, right where the plug was- and it was going ever so slightly deeper into her with every hit.
I started to eat Miss's pussy again- hoping to take her mind off the punishment but also secretly enjoying that she was experiencing pleasure and pain together as I sucked and nibbled on her clit.
It only lasted a minute or so but it must have felt like forever to her- As Sir pulled the plug from her ass she lost all control and fell on top of me, my cock almost poking her eye out as she collapsed.
I managed to look at her ass as she fell forward onto me- it was red raw from all the spanking with the paddle.
I was scared, I knew that my punishment was to come and I was not the sort to take pain very well.
I think Sir must have seen the fear in my eyes as he softly said that my punishment will be minor because I was new, Miss had served him for a long time and should have known better.
"Sir, what did I do to incur punishment" I said, my voice cracking in a combination of fear and excitment.
Sir knealed down to me again, stroking my face as he did after I asked to taste his cock...
"When Miss ordered us to leave, you didn't check that this was OK- the contract you signed explicitly said that you were NOT to follow any orders from Miss without my permission- I didn't not tell you to follow us.
But you've been a very good Boy otherwise and performed far better than I expected a sissy like you to do".
He then kissed my forhead again, and again, and again- cleaning me of the sex that was drying on my head.
I smiled, "Thank you Sir".
Sir smiled then kissed the throbbing, red raw and quivering flesh of Miss' backside. and walked away.
***
He walked over to the dresser, bent over and opened the bottom drawer, his ass was toned and tight- One day I would ask to taste it but not now, I hoped for future meets and didn't want to anger him by making assumptions that he wanted me inside him.
He pulled out a plastic package and opened it up, I couldn't see what it was- my eyes still watering and my view blocked by Miss' leg, as she was still trying to compose herself.
As he got closer, I could see that it was a blue plug- smaller than the one that I had occupy my mouth earlier that night but with the same style of ponytail out the back.
Sir put it in his mouth, sucking it all over, and offered it to Miss- who did the same- spit dripping on my groin, coating my hard, desperate cock.
"Raise his legs, Girl. I want to give him a gift"
Miss pulled up on my legs, or rather- tried to pull on my legs- as she was still recovering. I raised them for her- not wanting her to get another punishedment for not doing as she is told.
Sir then stroked my ass, his fingers tracing around the curve where my ass meets my thighs. I felt wetness between my cheeks- I figured Miss was spitting into me.
"Very nice, Boy. I give a plug to all my playthings that I wish to keep. Now wear this for the rest of the night and don't remove it till you get home".
He slid the plug into my tight asshole, I'd taken things before- fingers and narrow toys but nothing like this. It may have been smaller than the other one but it filled me so much that I couldn't help but recoil away from it at first. Fortunatly Miss' saliva was enough to lube the plug so it didn't hurt as it entered me.
Miss climbed off the bed and kissed me on the cheek, tasting herself on me.
She then scooped up the mess from me with her finger and swallowed all that remained on me.
"Thank you little Boy, and thank you for wearing my gifts- they look good on you".
Miss gingerly walked away, put on a robe that was hanging on the door and left the room.
As the door closed, Sir lowered my legs- giving the hair now hanging from my ass a playful tug resulting in a surpised gasp from me.
"You're not going to cum here Boy" he said "You will NEVER cum in my house.
I want you to get dressed and, in your own time, see yourself out- we'll be in touch.
Now go home, goto a pub, have a wank or whatever you do with your night- it's only 10ish. But remember, that plug stays in your asshole till you get home! Understand?"
I could only nod and wimper a feeble 'Yes, Sir'.
He stroked my balls- already fit to burst- for a second and left the room.
After a while I gathered my composure, got dressed and left, I walked down the stairs and opened the front door.
Before I left, I turned to look at the living room door- the door was ajar and I could see Miss curled up on the sofa, her head on Sir's lap while he watched something on TV.
They Looked every bit a normal couple- and whatever had happened upstairs never took place.
I closed the door and walked home, it took hours but I was in such a euphoric state it didn't matter. My head was spinning and my cock was throbbing- walking home with that erection was both painful and sheer bliss.
Fortunately, the rain hadn't come back- typical british weather.
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Nearly a month had passed since THAT night, the gifts I had been given by my Sir and His Miss were almost a daily occurance in my dressing routine. I never knew when I would be call into service again and I wanted to be ready.
The excitement of having a plug inside me while at work was thrilling, I had to get a new one, without the hair, as it was starting to irritate my soft skinned ass but I took great care to make sure the size and shape were as identical as possible- should Sir dissaprove of the exchange of my gift.
During a meeting with my supervisor, I received a message at my work Email address- from Miss.
This greatly suprised me as I had never given them my Email address, infact, I never gave them my surname or told them where I worked- I should have been scared but instead I was excited. I opened the Email once I got back to my desk, my cock starting to grow and tighten inside the cockring.
From: Sir&Miss@Mail.Co.Uk
Subject: Orders
Sir and I have been talking and we wish for you to serve under us- we'll pick you up from work tonight.
xoxo
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I waited in the lobby of the office block I work in as 6pm came and went, only the seciurity guard and night shift milling about.
I was beginning to think about giving up and going home, I got up and walked to my car. Sat on the bonet was Miss, in a seductive black trouser suit and a blouse that was unbuttoned to the bust.
"Aww, poor Boy- did we keep you waiting too long" she jeered, talking to me as if I was a 6yr old. Before I had a chance to reply she stood up and walked to the door behind the drivers seat.
Sensing she wanted to be taken somewhere I unlocked the door and opened it for her, holding out my hand to help her inside.
"Thank you, such a gentleman" she purred as she took a seat.
Her blouse was unbuttoned enough that as she sat down I could see straight down the gap of her cleavage. I tried not to stare but Miss caught me.
She kept here eyes locked on mine as she leant towards me, offering a perfect view of her warm, tender breasts as she punched me between the legs.
"EYES FRONT BOY- YOU ARE NOT TO LOOK AT ME UNLESS TOLD TO".
The punch was hardly enough to hurt but I was stunned by the sudden shift from seductive minx to all-out bitch.
"Yes Miss, Sorry Miss" I mumbled as I got into the car and started the engine.
"Where would you like to go".
She told me to her place- and not to look at her or address her for the entire drive, which was easier said than done as she pulled a vibrator out of her handbag...
**********
The vibrator was very noisy, Miss however never played with herself.
Instead she chose to tease me with it- buzzing it around my head, stroking my ears and neck with it with Miss breathing heavily. I wasn't sure but I would have sworn she was playing with herself behind me.
I did my best to ignore her however my driving may have been proof enough of her distraction.
I pulled up onto the drive way, got out of the car and opened the door for Miss, avoiding any eye contact as I helped her out of the car.
The radio was on and I could smell dinner in the air, it smelled lovely whatever it was- I hadn't eaten since Lunch.
I stood in the hallway, waiting for instructions. My asshole filled with the plug, where it had been for most of the day and my cock starting to strain against the ring, held taught by my growing erection.
A voice called me from the kitchen, it was Sir.
"Come in Boy, we've saved you dinner"
I walked into the Kitchen and found Sir and Miss sat at either side of the table, some scented tealights were in glass holders and burning delicately.
It all looked very romantic except there was only a single plate set on the far end of the table, along with some sturdy looking restraints.
"Please, Take off your shirt and lay down on the table." Sir instructed.
I climbed onto the table and lay on my front with my arms to my side, facing the place of delicious looking food.
I had a feeling I was going to build up an appetite before I ate.
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I lay there on the table, face down, my nose an inch from the plate of dinner. a small portion of lightly seasoned chicken, diced potato and baby carrots.
Sir and Miss adjusted my arms to the restraints kept them in position. The shackles were cold to the touch, the smooth leather feeling good against my skin. Almost as good as someones nails being dragged down my back.
A hard smack landed on my ass, followed by another, then another- making my body quiver and pushing my plug into me a little further as a low moan escaped my lips.
Sir stopped his abuse of me for now and started to caress my ass, Miss stood at the head of the table, hands behind her back with her eyes lowered.
Sir said to her two simple words... "Feed him".
She began to feed me, cutting the food into small chunks and I have to admit, it was delicious and cooked to perfection.
After I had finished my small meal, Sir instructed me to get up on my knees- this resulted in my ass being up in the air, as my arms were still shackled to the table. A most undignified position however Sir seemed to approve as he reached under me and started to unfasten my belt and trousers.
Miss walked to the side of the table and helped Sir remove the remainder of my clothes, my trousers and plain black boxers were pulled down.
I heard gasps and grunts of approval behind me as my cockring and buttplug were revealed.
"Well goodness me" Sir exclaimed, "It seems our Boy has been keeping himself ready for us, my dear".
As I turned my head, I could see Miss bending over the table out of the corner of my eye, as if she was going for a very close look.
"He certainly has Sir, and I sooooo appreciate a well prepared toy" she purred.
Miss then started to kiss my cheek, moving closer to the plug with each tender, delicate kiss.
I could feel Sir's tounge tracing the curve of my other cheek, going around then up the crack until he got to the plug.
I don't know who it was, but as I felt two tounges working their way around the plug- someone's tounge pressed it further into me, so firmly that before long- it fully entered me, the flaired end had failed to stop the toy from being lost to my darkess.
A sharp and loud gasp erupted from my lips- I never expected this to happen at all.
*SMACK*, Sir's strong hand struck me
*WHACK*, as did Miss' hand.
They were taking turns to beat me, going back and forth between them for several minutes, clearly taking delight in my pain as I lay there, my ass, full of silicone, raised in the air with my head, face down on the table with my arms restrained to the table.
With every strike, I moaned and wimpered with the blissful mixture of pain and ecstacy.
My cock was swollen huge with the filthy passion of it all, straining against the cockring that had been in place for most of the day- and indeed most of the month since I first put it on a month ago.
*******
After what seemed like an eternity but at the same time- a fleeting moment, my masters stopped their blissful abuse. I can only imagine how red and sore I looked- I doubted I could sit down for the next few days at least.
Sir started to release the straps holding my arms to the table, passing the front of me as he walked around the table to the other side I could see that he had taken off his trousers and his member was rock solid.
I gasped- loud and on purpose, I knew that Sir wanted me to take his cock in my thoat and at that moment I had no issues in taking him, in tasting him, in pleasing him.
“don't worry Boy” Miss purred from behind me “Obedience carries beautiful rewards from our Master”, She started stroking my red, sore ass- digging her nails into my flesh.
Normally I would enjoy this but the pain was too much.
I wasn't able to suppress a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth.
Sir placed his hands on my head, tenderly stroking my hair and talking gently- as if soothing a distressed child “Shhh my toy, let me take your mind of the pain”.
In contrast to his soft words, he gripped my head and helped himself to my mouth.
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His cock was thick, hard and smooth- I couldn't move my head as Sir slowly slid his cock in my mouth- he was very tender and careful not to feed too much into me but my limits were clearly being tested.
I was so scared of accidentally biting him or sucking too hard that I hadn't noticed that he was picking up the pace.
I heard Sir and Miss say positive comments as he fucked my mouth but it didn't matter- I was trying not to do anything to anger my Master... my eyes were streaming, my jaw was tiring and getting stiff, drool and precum was building up in my mouth and to top it all off- Miss was still digging her nails into my ass.
My Master finally relented as he sharply pulled out of my mouth, I couldn't see a thing because my eyes were streaming so much but I could hear Sir breathing deeply in front of me.
My mouth was open wide as I gasped for breath. The buildup of saliva and precum leaving sticky trails over the table and floor.
Miss finally let go of me and walked behind Sir and started wanking him.
It was then that he came... hard, loud and with his cock less than an inch from my mouth. His hands holding my jaw as he shoot his load all in my mouth. As I was about to spit his salty sweet juices out, my mouth was closed shut by Sir. “Don't fight me (pant) be a good boy (gasp) and swallow” Sir managed to moan.
I did as instructed, the mixture sliding down by throat tasted unlike anything I had done before.
I had tasted my own cum in the past but nothing prepared me for the taste of anothers.
Sir started stroking my head again, my eyes closed and I lay my head down on the table. I didn't care that my face was laying in a puddle of my own drool, infact- I hadn't even noticed.
Sir walked out of the room and I could hear him walking up the stairs. Presumably to clean himself.
Miss stayed with me and unshackled me, she then walked behind me and slowly pulled the plug that had been firmly beaten into me. I gasped a sigh of relief as it came out.
As I started to pull myself up off the table, Miss walked upto me and held me in a tight embrace and kissed me deeply, her tongue tasting Sir on my lips.
After a few moments, she stepped back from me and glanced at the door- as if to make sure Sir wasn't watching.
She then knealt down and took me into her mouth- the soft feel of her lips was sheer bliss as I moaned softly and swayed into her. It wasn't long before I was ready to burst but i remembered what Sir had said to me once before- I was NEVER to cum in his house.
I pulled away from Miss, she looked so beautiful as she looked up at me- her mouth still open as if my cock was still in her.
“We know the rules Miss, We mustn't cum without Sir's permission”.
Miss smiled as she stood up and kissed me again.
Sir's voice boomed from the doorway, making the pair of us jump and turn to face Sir- both of us looking startled, like a couple of kids who got caught doing something by their parents.
With a voice that sounded full of anger and venom, he shouted loud enough that every bone in my body shook with fear “GOOD BOY, NEVER FORGET MY RULE. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE”.
And get out I did- I never dressed so fast in my life.
As I ran out of the door and compoosed myseld outside on the street, I took what I though was one last look at the house.
Sir and Miss were stood at the living room window, both beaming with smiles.
I could have sworn Sir winked at me too but I suppose i'd have to wait for Him to get in touch.
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