Mistress had a problem to solve. It was going to be a delicate balance as Kitten had become very attached to her Pet. Her display of covering her Sir, whilst he was being punished for her transgressions, needed to be handled with care.
Her Pet should have one focus – his Mistress! How would her Pet respond to the obvious outburst of affection from the Kitten she herself had given to him?
Mistress tossed ideas around in her mind until she came to the conclusion that there was but one solution. She would make the needed purchases on the credit card of Prickoless, which she controlled, and make her point. Mistress licked her lips as she placed the order from a particular website which offered personal tailored service to a few select clients, of which Mistress was one.
Mistress would make it impossible for kitten to touch any sensitive part of her body. This would be all she would wear for the foreseeable future, until she realised where the power lay, and who held all the power. Mistress also knew that she was going to turn up the pressure on Kitten in a most enjoyable way.
Ten business days later, a rather large heavy box arrived for Mistress.
Mistress called Kitten into the bedroom – a place she had been excluded from since the day she was punished. Kitten entered the room and knelt submissively on the floor as she had been taught. Mistress opened the box and unwrapped the tissue paper to reveal the glistening “equipment.” She bid Kitten to stand and began to dress her in her new attire.
Kitten allowed the metal bra to be fastened around her with her nipples reacting against the cold of the metal. When Mistress pulled out the belt and the thigh bindings, she knew that she had a serious problem. Mistress fitted the chastity belt and snapped the locks in place. Then, she attached the keys to the same ring on her necklace that held the key to her brother’s cock cage. Kitten knew Prickoless had been in his cage now for five months without any relief.
Mistress ordered her Pet to the bedroom, ensuring both Prickoless and Kitten where aware of what was happening. This was the second part of her plan to twist the knife into their emotions. Mistress was well aware that each had developed a voyeuristic tendency.
Mistress lay on the bed. She had removed her leather basque, and her voluptuous form was succulent. She bid Pet to bring her pleasure. Her Pet started by kneeling between her legs and caressing her large breasts, lifting each in turn to his lips. He kissed, licked and nibbled for what seemed like hours with his thick meat resting on the belly of his Mistress.
It was evident to Mistress that her plan had succeeded. Both Kitten and Prickoless were outside the bedroom door, taking turns peeping through the keyhole. Prickoless, the cuckold, was watching his wife with her lover. Kitten was watching the Sir, whom she had come to love, with another woman. Both could see the woman they knew as Mistress owning and being cherished by the person they adored. This was a tangled web of emotions, indeed.
Pet soon began sliding his thick meat between the mountainous breasts of his Mistress, holding them together by their nipples, admiring the dollar-sized areoles. He was astride her on his knees, rocking backwards and forwards with the occasional gyration of his hips. The pleasure was glinting in the eyes of Mistress. It was not just for her audience, but her pleasure was pure – Pet was hers and only hers!
Mistress opened her mouth as a signal that she wanted the dark red glans of her Pet between her lips. Obeying, Pet thrust harder pulling her breasts up and tight against her chest. The cock head crossed the lips of Mistress and her body shook with a moment’s frisson. A gasp escaped her lipstick-coated lips. Kneeling up and sliding up the bed, Pet fed more of his manhood into the waiting and wanting warmth of the mouth of his Mistress.
Pet began slowly pushing deeper until his globes were hard against the chin of his Mistress. Never once did she gag. Never once did her eyes leave his face. She sucked in her cheeks, breathing through her nose and humming over the meat she was swallowing.
On her signal he withdrew, and her spittle was stretched from her bottom lip to the head of his cock. She looked at him and said loud enough for those watching to hear, “Now fuck me as if their lives depend on it.” She knew that Pet had a soft spot for his Kitten and was not unkind to Prickoless.
Pet lifted the legs of his Mistress onto his shoulders one at a time and drilled his Mistress with passion and force. The pussy of Mistress soon made those wonderful squelching noises of sexual pleasure accompanied by the moans of pleasure escaping her lipstick-coated lips.
Pet relentlessly rode his Mistress like a stallion, pushing her to that place where lovers love to dwell in the height and depth of pleasure. On and on, Pet powerfully drove forwards.
Both Kitten and Prickoless had realised that they had a common object of desire. In some kind of unspoken way, they had worked out that they needed to help each other, not be in competition with each other. Perhaps it was the realisation that they were both in chastity, both in the same sense of need. Moreover, both were caught in the web of Mistress where she was in the centre, pulling all the strings.
