The Egg by Mistress Cameo
June 2006
FMM, Femdom, humil

“Gerald, I can’t fuck a doctor in a hospital gown on an
examination table with my legs in stirrups. It doesn’t turn me
on. I know that is Bruce’s fantasy but I can’t handle it.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty weird. So what are you going to do? He
doesn’t like the black cock you like and he is getting a little
tired for eating my cum out of your pussy. You’re going to have
to do something for him because you cuckolded me with Derrick.”

“Don’t you know of anything else he would like? You two hang
together all the time.”

“How about a gangbang?” Gerald suggested.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Shaking my head is
disapproval. “Three is enough at one time and I am not pulling
any trains for you or Bruce.”

“Uh…how about fucking a doctor in a hotel. He has mentioned that
to me. He could use that baby monitor he bought and listen from
the next room.”

“That would work but I don’t know any doctors.”

“He does, lots of them. He could find one for you.”

“That would work better than an examination room. I’ll talk to
him about it.”

Even that suggestion didn’t really interest me. I don’t like my
boys picking out my lovers for me. I choose the cock, when and
where too for that matter. If I let them find cocks for me to
fuck, men would be lined up at my front door. Not my boys.
Besides fucking someone of their choosing gave me the willies and
wasn‘t right for a dominatrix in my position.

Bruce did love humiliation and cock and ball torture. That is
what brought him to my dungeon in the first place. He came by so
often that I began to really like him and his oddball ways. He
was handsome, funny, honest, sincere and the best cum slut I have
ever known.

He felt so inferior to doctors because he was a dentist. He felt
inferior to Gerald because he was a premature ejaculator. He had
a beautiful cock, around seven inches long and low hanging balls
always full of cum for me.

Bruce did have one physical trait that most men would die for,
his cum and he was proud of it too. Gobs and gobs of creamy white
semen. Do you think you could fill a double shot glass with your
ejaculation from one orgasm? I think not. Bruce could and did so
easily. He told me of a study he was a part of in college. Five
hundred young men, jacking off once a day for five days to
measure the amount and potency of their semen. Bruce was in the
top two percentile. That is how much cum that boy had stored in
his balls for me.

Not quite my permanent slave, still in training, I decided that
continuing cuckolding him with Gerald would be best for now.
After Bruce had his formal collaring and moved into my home would
I give him his cuckold fantasy. But until that happened I would
have to find something that would make him feel special too.

“What if I gave Bruce an assignment?” I asked Gerald the next
day.

“Assignment! What kind of assignment?” Gerald looking puzzled.

“A cum assignment. Collect his cum for me in a jar and I’ll use
it on him when he comes over and spends Saturday night with us.”

“You not going to make me eat it are you Mistress? “Gerald
looking concerned for his own well being. “Out of your pussy or
Bruce’s cock is one thing, but out of a jar…..not for this boy.
No way.”

“Not you silly, Bruce. I could paint his face with his cum or
spoon feed it to him while you watched. That would humiliate him
so terribly.”

“You know what would be really cool? Figure out a way to get it
all in your ass and let him have it all back. I could video tape
the whole thing. He would love that! I know he would and he could
watch the tape over and over.” Gerald suggested enthusiastically.

“You really think so?”

“I know so Mistress. That would make his year.” Gerald grinned.

Filling my ass with Bruce’s cum was not going to be a problem. I
have a special little toys for such fun. Flexible enema widgets
that would work perfectly.

That evening, the more I thought about Bruce’s cum assignment the
more excited I got. I went to the grocery store and bought and
eight ounce jar of baby food. Emptied it all out, removed the
label and put on a new one.
‘Mistress’s Cum, perfect I thought.

“Mistress! Bruce is here!” Gerald said seeing Bruce pull in the
driveway in his Hummer.

Yes, he owned a Hummer. Inferior slut compensating for his
dysfunctional beliefs.

“Evening Mistress.” Bruce getting down on his knees. “You look
lovely this evening.”

“Thank you boy. Dungeon, now!” Smiling at him.

“Yes Mistress, as you wish.” Getting off his knees. “Mistress,
may I be allowed to massage your feet while we chat?” Following
me into the dungeon.

“Yes you may boy.” Kicking off my heels. “I know of someone else
around here that needs to be as attentive as you.”

“Talking about me Mistress?” Gerald popping his head into the
door.

“Go back to fixing dinner. Bruce and I are going to talk.” I
ordered.

“Dinner? What dinner? We sluts are going to a ball game. I
thought I told you that Mistress.”

“You did, I forgot.”

“Gerald, if Mistress requests dinner then you should prepare it
for her.” Ben said.

“Shit!” Gerald exclaimed as he looked at Bruce evilly. “What do
you want Mistress?” Sighing pathetically.

“No, I will fix something later. This will not take long and you
two did have plans.”

“Thanks Mistress.” Gerald grinning and leaving.

“Mistress, I will get something for you to eat.” Bruce smiled as
he squatted on the floor.

“No! I can take care of myself. I have an assignment for you.”

“An assignment. Yes Mistress.” Bruce’s fingers massaging my toes.

Bruce was always without questions. His burning desire in life
was to please me in anyway possible. Well educated, polite,
generous, humorous and well spoken. His words and tone always
soothed me. Unlike Gerald, the ex-marine and jock, Bruce always
listened.

“Yes, a cum assignment. From now till Saturday night and our
usual playtime, I want you to masturbate for me into this jar.”
Showing him the jar with my name on it. “Here is a spoon for you
to carry with you at all times. It will remind you of your
assignment. Bring the jar with you and I will give you a big
surprise. One that you will enjoy.” Explaining to Bruce.

“I am allowed to masturbate freely Mistress?” His eyes big and
sparkling.

“Yes, think of me when you do.”

“I always think of you Mistress. I love you, as you are most
beautiful and precious to me.” Speaking quietly.

Bruce’s words always made me tingle. He was sincere with his
words. Soon he would be joining Gerald and I and then we would be
three.

“Let’s begin now.” Taking the jar in my hand and removing the
lid. “Take out my cock boy.”

“Yes Mistress, as you wish.” Bruce standing before me.

His cock was hard and leaking as usual. Bruce stayed hard for me
and after one or two orgasms during our playtime. He wasn’t the
premature ejaculator he thought he was. Thanks to me.

“Mmmm, my cock is hard and ready boy. What have you been thinking
about?” Trailing my nail down his throbbing shaft and around his
swollen glans.

“Always you Mistress. My assignment. Our playtimes together.”
Standing stiff and still.

“Yes, our playtimes. You enjoy those don’t you? That is when you
are allowed to fuck me after serving me. What do you enjoy best
my sweet boy? Fucking my pussy or cumming in my mouth?” Seducing
him into cumming into the jar.

“You pussy Mistress. I love cumming in Mistress’s pussy as Gerald
watches and then cleans up. He is your husband and cuckold slave
and deserves such humiliation.”

“Yes he does and you are proud to do that to him because you love
him too.” Gently playing with his balls.

“Yes Mistress, indeed I do and I enjoy watching him fuck you,
using all your holes, pleasing you and cleaning up after him.”

“As you should as my boy. Would you be too terribly disappointed
if I only cuckolded you with Gerald for the time being? I know of
your doctor fantasy but now is not the right time for me to allow
you that humiliation.”

“Indeed so Mistress. Whatever you wish. I already feel like the
luckiest male in the world because of you and Gerald also. He
knows that I love you and allows me to be with you when you wish.
I think he loves you deeply for allowing such.” Bruce explained.

“I know he loves me too. We went thru a lot to get where we are
today and soon you will join us.” Returning my attention to his
hard cock.

“Thank you for your consideration Mistress.”

“Now! My jar! Shall we begin!” Taking his hard cock in my mouth.

One long suck was all it took. Without warning I took his cock
fully in my mouth and wrapped my red painted lips tightly and
ever so slowly and sucking so hard I pulled my mouth free of his
cock.

“Arrrrrgh!” Bruce moaned as I pointed his cock towards the floor
with his glans in the jar.

“Cum for me boy! Cum for your Mistress.” Milking his cock.

My oh my! I was always astounded when Bruce came. The cum surely
did fly but this time in the jar. Glob after gooey chunky white
glob spewed into my precious cum jar.

“Are you two done yet? We have a baseball game to go too.” Gerald
yelled outside the dungeon.

“Get in here now!” Yelling at Gerald. “I’m sorry Bruce. Gerald
can be such a butt sometimes.”

“Quite alright Mistress.” Pushing his cock back into his pants.
“I have been looking forward to the game too.”

“What Mistress?” Gerald coming into the dungeon.

“Hold this.” Handing out the jar.

“I ain’t holding that. It’s nasty. Has his cum in it.” Gerald
pulling his hand away.

“Yes Mistress, Gerald does prefer drinking from the tap. A jar is
not his style.” Bruce snickered.

“Fuck you Bruce!” Gerald replied. “I never see you spitting my
cum out.”

“Cum should never be wasted Gerald. Mistress’s instructions.”

“Quiet both of you.” Giving each the evil eye. “Hold it or I will
make you eat it slut!” Giving him the jar. “I want to give my boy
a goodbye kiss.”

Bruce’s and my kiss, although short was passionate and lustful as
our tongues tangled and arms caressed. I loved kissing him in
front of my husband.

“You two would gag a maggot.” Gerald shaking his head in disgust.
“Ow!” Reaching out and pinching his ear. “Let go!”

“Perhaps Mistress would should humiliate Gerald by ordering him
to suck me off after the game. Only he should swallow my cum
instead of adding to the jar.” Bruce suggested.

“Great idea! Gerald do it!”

“Hell, he just wants a fucking blow job.” Jerking his ear away.

“I know and he will give you one too before coming back home.
Right boys?”

“Yes Mistress.” In unison with their faces flushing with blood.

My boys. My precious fuck toys. Together they satisfied me
sexually. Their cocks in my mouth, ass and pussy whenever I
wanted. Their lips, tongues fingers exploring my erogenous zones.
They were like worker bees taking care of their queen‘s horny
needs. But I swear, they really got on my fucking nerves at
times.

I knew they would do as I had demanded. They would never admit it
but they did enjoy sucking each other’s cocks in front of me or
alone with my orders. I knew that they had never done it alone
without my permission. But one day they would and I would say
nothing about it because that is what I wanted for me and them.

“Did you and Bruce following my instructions?” Greeting Gerald as
he came through the front door.

“Yes Mistress. Why would you think we wouldn’t?”

“Just making sure. I want my cum eaters to be happy.” Teasing
Gerald.

“Speaking of cum. Bruce is storing his at his office. He shares a
lab with some other doctors. He says he knows how freeze it so
that it will be viable when he brings it Saturday night.”

“He would.” Knowing Bruce as I did.

I should have known that Bruce would make this as humiliating for
himself as possible and he would tell the girls at the office
too. I had been to his office a few times to play with him. He
had three girls working for him and all three of them were hot
sluts and confirmed swingers. He never fucked and felt inferior
to them. They knew most of his perversions but loved working for
him in an open sexual work place atmosphere.

Finally, Saturday arrived. As usual we gathered at home for a
night out and then playtime later. I enjoyed having them around
me in the afternoon, their swinging cocks in view and preparing
me and themselves for an evening of sex and humiliation. Our
growing ritual always started with the boys showering together
and shaving their bodies free of hair. Then it was all about my
preparation.

“Did you bring my cum.” Greeting Bruce as he walked into the
dungeon.

“Yes Mistress. I have your semen in here.” Showing me a container
with a biohazard label on it.

“It’s his lunch Mistress.” Gerald quipped.

“It is frozen and should thaw in time for your use.” Opening the
mini ice chest and presenting me with a full jar of semen.

“I hope so. Frozen cum will never do.”

“Man, that is some nasty looking shit.” Gerald observed. “Eight
ounces of cum, yech!”

“Delicious I think! Great taste and less filling.” Bruce smiled.
“Here is your cum spoon Mistress.”

“You a nut!” Gerald laughed.

“No. Carry it with you tonight. A nice reminder about what we are
going to do later.”

The swinger’s club always got me and my boys in the mood for fun.
I always dressed like a slut on the hunt for cock when we went to
the club. Flirting and teasing with men and women as my sluts
watched. Always by the time we left the boys would be bouncing
off the walls. In full cuckold mode.

“I want you two to strip and kneel in the living room. I will be
out in a few minutes after I freshen up and change.” Looking at
my two drooling boys.

I can be one nasty sadistic bitch at times as I thought about all
the mean things I could do with my jar of cum to those two sluts.
Give them each a straw and sip from the jar like lovers sharing a
float. Or have them eat it out of each other’s ass. But this was
for Bruce and he needed his own special humiliation.

“Lick boys.” Sitting down on the sofa in my short white silk robe
and black platform stilettos. “My toes need your attention.”

“Man, you look like a porn star Mistress.” Gerald complimented
licking between my toes.

“Mistress is much more beautiful and stunning than any porn star.
Her beauty and grace always leaves me breathless.” Bruce
complimented as his licked my ankles.

“Why can’t you say something like that Gerald? Instead of saying
l look like a porn star.”

“Yes Gerald, that was rather derogatory for you.” Bruce chimed in
as his tongue curled around my toes.

“Man, I can’t win for losing.” Gerald sighed. “Just because I
don’t talk like a fucking geek.”

“You could learn Gerald. I could teach you.” Bruce grinned.

“Fuck you Bruce!” Gerald exclaimed.

“If Mistress allows it, I will fuck you.” Bruce replied.

“Boy’s!” Reaching down a grabbing them by their hair. “Shut up!
There will be no bickering tonight! Now lick and be quiet.”

Now I was giving serious thought to humiliating both of them with
my jar of cum. Oh, the things I could do to those poor sluts.

“Up boys! Let me play with my cocks.” Changing my mind. “Now we
are going to the dungeon to play for a bit. After which I want
both of you to make love to me. I’m so horny and I want you two
to fuck me at the same time. Bruce I want you to cum before
fucking me. I know how you are so you will last longer that way.
Gerald get the video camera.” Explaining my plans.

The boys scurried to the dungeon and I took my usual place.
Sitting at the foot of the bed with my legs crossed and the sluts
squatting on the floor before me.

“Bruce, go get my jar of cum and your spoon.”
“Yes Mistress.” Crawling to the bathroom.

“Gerald? Is the camera ready?”

“Oh yeah, this is going to be so cool.” Gerald said with sadism
warming his blood.

“Yes it is, isn’t it?” Feeling my own sadism rising in my soul.

“Well, what are you waiting for boy? Hand me my cum!” Reaching
out for the jar.

“Uh Mistress…..” Bruce began to stutter as I interrupted him.

“This is still ice cold!” Wrapping my hand around the jar. “Give
me that spoon boy!”

I stared at Bruce as I removed the lid from the jar and looked
inside. Very little of the cum had melted and a huge oval shaped
cum cube was centered in the jar.

“I don’t believe this.” Stirring the cum cube. “It’s still frozen
and looks like an egg.”

“Did the geek fuck up Mistress? Huh? Did he? Huh? Fucked up
didn‘t he Mistress?” Gerald grinning from ear to ear knowing
there was going to be hell to pay and he wasn’t going to suffer.

“Shut up boy and turn that camera on! I want you to tape
everything!”

“Oh yeah!” Gerald laughed. “The geek is dead meat.” Gerald
standing up happily.

“I’m am so sorry Mistress. I would have thought your cum would
have thawed by now.” Bruce apologized.

“How fucking cold did you keep my cum?”

“Minus seventy centigrade Mistress. I would masturbate and take
your semen to the lab for collection in the jar. Forgive me
Mistress.” Bruce bowing his head.

“Geek!” Gerald popped off.

“Shut up Gerald! Not another word!” Screwing the lid back on the
jaw. “As for you, I want you to sit on this like a chicken,
cackle and see if you can hatch my cum egg.”

“You mean warm it up between my ass cheeks Mistress?”

“Yes, but pretend you are a chicken and cackle like one.” Handing
him the jar.

I have no idea how I came up with that idea. I suppose it was
because the cum cube reminded me of an egg. I was furious. I had
better plans than Gerald’s suggestion. I was going to fill my
pussy and ass completely with cum and give Bruce the biggest
cream pie of his life and all caught on video tape. It would go
into the record books.

“I’m waiting!” Watching Bruce sit on the jar. “Cackle! Fluff your
wings too Chicken Little.”

You really had to be there to witness it. Bruce cackling like a
chicken, fluffing his arms as wings and moving his head back and
forth pecking. Gerald laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.
It was hilarious. Poor Bruce. He thought sucking cock and
creampies were humiliating. Nothing compared to this. His face
was beet red and finally I could hold it in no longer and had to
leave the dungeon to have one of the biggest belly laughs of my
life. It took me several minutes for me to regain my composure.
By the time I returned to the dungeon, my mascara was running and
I still had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“Is my cum about to hatch?” I giggled.

“Uh no Mistress. It is still cold.” Bruce squawked.

“Well, keep sitting on my egg. I am going to fix me a drink. When
you think it is ready I want you to cackle real loud so I can
hear you. No words just cackling.” I explained.

“Cock-a-doodle-do!” Bruce trying his best to impersonate a
roster.

“Not a rooster! A hen!” Biting down on my lower lip. “Practice, I
will be listening.” Leaving the dungeon.

“Jeez Mistress. How long are you going to make him pretend he is
a chicken?” Gerald following me to the kitchen.

“As long as it takes.” Opening the drawers.

“What are you looking for?” Gerald asked.

“The basting brush.” Finding it in a drawer. “Guess what’s for
dinner?” Grinning sadistically. “Gerald, go to the garage and get
some of that plastic sheeting we use for wax play while I think
what I am going to use for stuffing.”

“You are one sick Mistress.” Gerald grinned. “But you know, I’m
loving this. He is so frigging humiliated.”
“He is isn’t he? But I’m not done yet.”

I wasn’t either as I could hear Bruce cackling in the dungeon.
What could I use for stuffing. Oh my, a light going off in my
head. The perfect stuffing for my chicken.

“How is it going?” Walking past my roosting hen to the closet.

“It’s hatching Mistress. Soon it will be thawed.” Bruce said.

“Don’t talk! Cackle. Remember you are a chicken.” Bruce cackling
in response.

I hoped Bruce didn’t notice what I was carrying when I left the
dungeon. I kept it hidden under my robe as I walked by him.

“Oh man, he gets to have all the fun.” Gerald laughed.

“Do you think? He bought me this to use on him and then backed
out of it. He is not a cock loving slut like you boy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment Mistress.”

“You would! Not to big and not to small. Perfect stuffing for my
chicken. Help me put it on.”

The strap-on was bright red and alien looking. Sort of looked
like an earth worm with two antennae. Not even close to
resembling a cock, yet it was long enough and soft enough to use
on my virgin chicklet.

“I think your cum egg hatched!” Gerald laughed hearing Bruce
cackle loudly.

“Playtime!” I said with a sadistic smile.

“Oh no Mistress!” The look of death on Bruce’s face. “I though we
agreed that we would wait for my fucking after I moved into your
home.”

“What fucking my little chick-a-dee. This is your stuffing for
freezing my semen and I am going to baste you with buttery cum.
Gerald, put down the plastic sheet.”

Gerald put down the plastic sheet and I had Bruce kneel in the
center.

“First things first.” Opening the jaw. “Come here boy!” Dipping
the brush into the jar and standing up.

“You know what they say boy. Early bird catches the worm.”
Coating the alien cock with my thick gooey cum. “You know what to
do.”

Gerald was taping everything as I began the feeding of my cum
back to my boy via the strap-on. That was fun and he was doing an
excellent job of cleaning but that was not enough for me.

“Be still.” Dipping the brush in the jar again. “I want to baste
your face.”

Now it was fun. The red glow was returning to his cheeks, as I
carefully covered his entire face, neck and ears.

“On your back! Legs up and wings folded. Just like a hen being
prepared for the oven.” I ordered.

“Yes Mistress.” Bruce getting on his back.

“Now for your stuffing chicken boy.” Resting on my knees. “You
will have to stuff yourself. My hands are full.”

 Showing him the jar of cum and the basting brush. “Here, I’ll
butter it for you.” Coating the alien worm.

Bruce had this skewered expression on his face as I slowly pushed
the worm into his rectum with his guidance. The cock he was
taking was not a third of the size Gerald could handle.

“Hurt boy?” Carrying less if it did.

“Stuffed as you say Mistress.” Bruce groaned uncomfortably.

“Yes, my stuffed chicken!” Shoving the last inch in his now
non-virgin ass. “Didn’t think it would happen like this, did you
boy?”

“No Mistress.” Wincing in pain.

“Well, let this be a lesson for you. Your cum is my cum and my
cum is to be taken care of and prized. Never bring me frozen cum
again.” Pouring about half the jar over his face and chest. “My
cum to do with as I please.”

“Indeed Mistress.” As I began spreading the thick white semen
over his body with the brush.

“First rule for being my slave. Cum is never wasted and not a
drop spilled.” Teasing his growing cock. “Not by you or Gerald.
If you masturbate, you will eat your semen. If you fuck me, you
will eat your semen. If a lover fucks me, you will eat his semen.
Do you understand where I am going with this boy?”

“Yes Mistress, never waste semen because it is your semen.”

“Yes dear boy, it is always my semen.” Waste, and you will no
longer serve me.“ Smiling sadistically noticing his cock was
twitching with the beginnings of an orgasm.

“Open wide boy and do not disappoint your Mistress. Not a drop
spilled.” Holding the jar high over his mouth.

Even my tummy churned with queasiness as I watched Bruce swallow
the long thick beaded strands of cum as it fell from the jar. I
was not going to be cruel and dump my cum all at once. I gave him
time to swallow and savor knowing he would heed my warning.

“Arrrrg!” Bruce gurgled as cum began to fly from his twitching
cock.

“In one end and out the other. My on my.” Dabbing the brush in
his orgasm and sticking it into his mouth. “My cum!” Reminding
him.

And that’s really the end of my story. Yes the boys were allowed
to fuck me. After showers of course. Bruce did spend the night
and slept well with me cuddled in his arms.

That is what it is like in my dungeon at times. The unexpected
happenings of three sluts that love each other. Welcome to my
world.