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Number Four
(or how to get a hard-on from the sound of a moving elevator)
by Jake
"Number Four", said my Mistress on the phone. She will phone me
during the day, and say a number. She has prepared a pile of
numbered, sealed envelopes, and they contain instructions for me
to prepare for her return. I undressed myself, and opened
envelope number four. It read:
Place: Mattress on the living room floor, in view of
the front door
Attire: Rubber hood, doggie collar with lock, locked
chain to ring in wall. Ankles chained together.
Kneeling, hands cuffed behind back and attached to
ankles.
No Erection !
I felt very aroused. I fetched the necessary things next to the
mattress I placed at the stipulated place, next to the ring
strategically bolted to the wall. I chained my ankles together,
and attached the chain with a lock to the ring. I then put on
the rubber hood, which has holes only at the nostrils. The
collar was next, securing the hood on. My heart started pounding
faster, as I locked the collar with a padlock, which also held
the chain fastening me to the wall, and to which I had no key. I
put on one handcuff, pulled the other under the chain fastening
my ankles, and clicked it on my wrist. Now I was helpless to
wait for my Mistress' return. The only problem about the
instructions was that "No Erection !"...
I don't know how long I waited kneeling on the mattress, wrists
and ankles chained together behind my back, in the black squeeze
of the rubber hood. Every time I heard the elevator moving my
cock stiffened.
Suddenly I realized the front door was being opened. I lowered
my head on my knees to appear submissive and to conceal my
forbidden erection. I heard somebody walk to me. "Isn't he
cute", my Mistress said. "Oh, my. You really were telling the
truth. Is that the way he always waits for you ?" asked another
woman's voice. "Only when I tell him to", my Mistress said.
"Does he really like this ?", asked the other woman. "I think
so. Take a look." Suddenly my head was pulled up by the chain.
"What do we have here ?", my Mistress said. "He must be punished
for that !"
"You did win your bet", said the other woman. There were some
noises, and a champagne bottle was opened. There were noises of
the women undressing. Then they began to make love on the floor
in front of me. I heard the buzzing of a vibrator. "Fuck me,
please", said the unknown woman, there were more sounds of
lovemaking, and then she sounded like coming.
"Now we will do him", my Mistress said. One of them sat in front
of me and the other came behind me. The rubber hood was
stretched at the mouth, and a hole was cut there. My head was
pulled down and my hands were pulled around my thighs, so that
my ass was sticking up. My lips pressed on the unknown woman's
hairless pussy, which I started to lick as well as I could.
Something cold and slippery was spread between my buttocks. Then
there was the buzzing sound again, and I felt a vibrating dildo
push into my ass. My Mistress penetrated me with a rubber dildo,
which she had never done before and my mouth was pressed into
the strange pussy. I concentrated on licking, trying to ignore
the dildo, until the woman came for a second time. Then my
Mistress started to slowly caress my balls and cock, I started
coming, and it seemed to last half eternity.
I was given some champagne, the women promised to each other,
that this would be repeated, and then the unknown woman left.
After she was gone, my Mistress removed the collar and rubber
hood. I told her I loved her.
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