Last night, Master-Sir invited Mistress over for a nice dinner and asked if she could bring along her slave, affectionately know as”slave boi”

Slave boi is not only a good friend of ours, He and I occasionally get to enjoy each other’s company performing as slaves for our Owners plus some added benefits as slaves!

The problem is that I have an issue with His Mistress and her treatment of Him. More specifically, His cock. She keeps it caged. She has two keys, she has one and I have one.

I know, it sounds silly, a slave with a key to the cock cage of a slave. But my sloppy pussy is the only pussy he is allowed to fuck. To me, that’s so sad and so wrong.

Actually, that’s the problem. He has a beautiful wife and a wonderful marriage where she is the boss and obviously He is the slave.

I have never enjoyed men who want to be the slave. I see almost all men as the Dom in a relationship. But that is my problem and I will deal with it.

It’s like a bad movie with the wrong players. In my world, I would have Him, that tall, dark, handsome man who just reeks of masculinity, as the Dom and deny her His magnificent cock. While she, the ultimate beauty slave is held in chastity.

He is dom in a professional setting. Then she comes around, suddenly He is a mouse. The not-so-manly man. Yet He still carries Himself with dignity and professionalism. While maintaining that polite, yet firm personality that would make almost any other woman fall to her knees to beg for His whip.

But, unfortunately for my dreams, He enjoys being her “boi”. She will dress Him up in a feminine way, pink Tutu is her favorite form of humiliating clothing then have him serve whoever she is entertaining while walking around in that hideous thing.

Then there is His prized possession. or it is to me! His cock. When we first met the couple, they were a normally frustrated professional couple having ordinary, vanilla sex with a little bit of kink.

The first time he fucked me as a vanilla man using a sex slave, I was in heaven. With the stars shooting, the flashing lights, and the feeling of a rush like I just took a hit of cocaine or something. It was that good! And it always is to this day!

I could not imagine why this couple was having the issues they were telling us. She was beautiful beyond belief, intelligent and in an upper management role, as He was. He was the Prince Charming we girls read about growing up.

Yet, they were having marital issues. Why? We discovered He was a closet submissive and she was a frustrated, ultra dominant female. So we helped them open up and ultimately created the loving monsters they are today!

End of a Dry Spell

It’s been a few weeks, maybe even a few months since the last time we met as a couple. I take my car to the car wash He manages and while the car is being detailed (or after), He is allowed to take me behind the wash and fuck me.

That is after He texts her and I open up His cage.

And again, I come back to that cock. He fits, even in my sloppy old pussy, He can fill it just right. But I first must remove His cage. Yes, She keeps it locked up in a metal cage while she goes off and fucks other, less worthy cocks.

Ok, maybe I need to reword that because she likes my Owner’s cock and that’s certainly worthy of her attention. But this one, the one she locks up, is so beautiful when standing erect and can bring a girl, even a slave girl like me to amazing, earth-shattering orgasms. Yet He only gets to get out of that thing a few times a year.

Like Thursday night, after He and I served our owners a wonderful dinner. He is also a master griller BTW! After cleaning it all up, He was told to lay on the living room floor, I was told to remove His cage than to casually fuck His cock.

With one stipulation, it was reverse cowboy sex. He could only see my back and fat ass, while I faced forward. Me facing the couch where she was giving my Owner a loving blowjob. Something she knows I hate to watch.

Worse yet, I was to do the fucking, he was not allowed to move. Then Master-Sir reminded me what will happen if I let Him fuck me to completion. I will get punished. But for this cock, I would accept any punishment in exchange for the orgasms I was about to receive!

So her sucking my Owner’s cock in front of me was not as bad as it could have been. Had I not been enjoying the feeling of my wet sloppy pussy getting filled up with His tall, solid cock.

She laughed when I first removed His cage and His cock came to life immediately and was standing at its full 8-inch fullness in mere seconds of its release. He was wanting this as much as I was.

Again, in another world, This man’s cock would be free to get hard anytime.. He could be fucking the tight pussy of His Mistress nightly and that is what I wish for Him. In another world, like for my Owner, my Pussy should only be for emergency use only. Not to be used for loving, romantic sex. Just pity sex. This was not pity sex.

But here He is, actually wanting to fuck MY pussy because he knows it’s the only pussy this beautiful pole will ever get. And that’s such a shame.

His Mistress likes to tease Him. Oftentimes, he will tell me how she likes him with the cage on. she will milk His prostate until He spurts into a tissue. Never being allowed to get hard.

He has learned it is best not to get hard in the cage. It’s less painful to let your body do what it needs to do to get the release she is offering. To cum, any way He can is a reward He truly relishes and looks forward to.

So after she is done with my Owner and I have felt the last of His cock spurt His precious cum into me; She wants to switch places. Me to clean up my owner and for her to sit on her Boi’s face to let Him lick her wet pussy to an orgasm while telling him how wonderful it was to suck a “real’ man’s cock.

That scene alone, made Him get rock hard again. Something she chastised Him for and “made” me fuck Him again. smiles!!

I enjoyed being forced to ride that cock again. This time, She stood over Him, berating Him. Telling Him to hurry up, she wants to go home and have Him run her a bath.

He also needs to hurry up and get soft so that I can get that cock back down to size so she can put that awful cage back on with Him having no idea when or if she will ever again open it up.

I had a difficult time not crying as I saw Him look at me as I put the locks back on and kissed it thru the metal, wishing to do it again soon.

Unfortunately, after they left, Master-Sir informed me that my punishment is worse than I was expecting….