She paused her course after a while to gently grind onto me, and I was again reminded of the device in my rear. It was no longer shameful to me, less of a symbol of submission. Now it was like a badge of ownership. I no longer doubted that these fantastic women could keep me. They had claimed me, and I was proud to be desired in such an absolute fashion by them. I belonged to them, and I wanted it that way.
Kim, the girl I’d once considered abrasive, was caressing my chest as she rode me, and I began to wonder if she was trying to be easy on me out of concern for my wellbeing. I didn’t want her to be easy on me. I wanted her to use me to satisfy her carnal desires. I pushed into her what little I could under my restraints, hoping to encourage her to let go.
She stopped for a second before saying, “Okay.” Then she brought her knees to rest at my sides and started sliding up and down on me, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and strength of her strokes.
It wasn’t long before she was bouncing on me forcefully. “You like being my toy, don’t you. You want to be my bitch.” She was finally getting it. I did like being her toy. I did want to be her bitch. “You better fucking make me cum.” She started rocking on me with renewed vigor, and finally I felt useful, truly wanted.
She was sliding back and forth on me, her motions now rough, careless, almost abusive. Now I was becoming excited again. I envisioned her hair being tossed to and fro as she shifted her weight along me repeatedly. I pictured beads of sweat shaking free of her freckled breasts as she mauled me with reckless abandon.
I felt her hand on my nipple as she pinched and twisted beyond my ability to tolerate, and I growled as I thrashed under her. She slapped my chest as she began bouncing again, and I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening on me. I was going to make her cum, just as she’d demanded, and I felt my mind being offered up to a specific kind of madness. I needed her to need me. I needed to finish her. I was on fire, and I wanted her to burn on me as I burst into flames.
I was crazy, and she was crazy on me, her release unfolding as I pushed a different growl around the ball gag. I was an animal being tamed by its mistress, a horse being broken.
She called out, “Ah fuck!” Her motions stopped making sense. She was seizing and releasing on me again and again, moving in random but determined gestures. I felt her sex spill out onto me, and somehow I came with her. My release was exquisitely painful and glorious as my body locked up. She grabbed my shoulders for leverage as she bucked on me relentlessly
As her climax continued, so did mine. I was not erupting into her, the flow of my seed constricted by the ring. As she kept moving on me, the sensations on my manhood were compounding. My release wasn’t really a release at all, but a continued pinnacle of pleasure and agony. I began jerking, my motions in her perpetuating Kim’s orgasm for what was seeming to be an eternity. Her cock stayed hard for her, and she used it completely.
I began shaking and growling, unsure of how much more I could take. After several more seconds, Kim finally started slowing. The walls of her sex continued massaging my manhood, and it twitched repeatedly, trying to plant a seed that was not forthcoming. Kim’s denouement was short; she recovered quickly to sit upright on me as my shakes subsided. I was still grunting softly, still riding out my aborted release.
She ripped the blindfold from me and my eyes jerked open at her. “Jesus, Dean. Are you okay.” She reached behind me and unfastened the ball gag, taking it from me and setting it on my chest.
My eyes were wide even in the blinding sun. “I came.”
Kim looked at me in surprise. “You came? I thought…”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m still trying to come.”
Ashley had moved in. “What do you mean?”
“The ring…” I was wincing.
Ashley tapped Kim on the shoulder. “Get up.” Kim arose from me. They looked on in astonishment as my erection was still solid.
Kim bent down and started stroking it and I shuddered at the stimulation. “If you came, how can you still be hard?” She was perplexed, but that didn’t stop her from massaging her cock.
“I orgasmed, but the ring is keeping me from ejaculating.”
Even as Kim’s hand was working me, I began to feel my erection finally diminishing, and a few seconds later my seed began to flow from me, covering Kim’s hand.
Ashley said, “Holy shit.” The fluid just kept on coming, faster as I continued to soften. Kim kept stroking me, and finally I called out low and long in my release. After a while, my sex stopped flowing and Kim stopped stroking me, wiping her hand off on my belly and chest.
“You weren’t supposed to cum, Dean.” Kim sounded disappointed.
Ashley chimed in, “Yeah, so what the fuck, Dean?” She was clearly and intentionally mirroring what I’d said to her two nights before, and I was embarrassed.
“I’m sorry…”
“You’re sorry?” Ashley wasn’t really upset, but she was going to have some fun with me. “What are we going to do with you now?”
Kim asked, “Will you get hard again?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just give me some time”
“Well, it’s almost five now,” Ashley said. “Better make it quick before we have to take you to work.”
“Oh man.” My heart sank. “I’m going to need a shower, too. I don’t know if we’ll have time for more before work. I’m so sorry.”
Kim said, “You don’t need a shower.”
“Nope,” Ashley agreed. “You’re going to work just like that.”
My heart started racing again. “Please don’t make me go to work like this. It’s work. I can’t.”
Kim said, “It’s not like you’re waiting tables or some shit like that. You work alone, right?”
“Well, yes,” I began, “But I’ll see people on the way in and on the way out.”
“Too bad,” Kim said. Ashley was just smiling as she continued, “You shouldn’t have cum.” Ashley chuckled at this.
I tried to think of a reason why this would be dangerous, and I could think of none. The age of the girls was irrelevant, and I knew I’d catch some shit, but I wouldn’t get fired. There was no way out of this.
“If I get hard again before work, I won’t be able to take this ring off, so can I do it now?”
Kim said, “No.”
“Yes,” Ashley countermanded. Kim looked at her for an explanation. “He can’t really go to work with an erection. That’s just a little too much.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Ashley looked at me. “‘Thank you,’ what?”
I hesitated, not immediately understanding. Then I got it. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She hopped slightly, giddy as a teenager. I considered the ridiculous obscenity of the situation, submitting to a couple of sixteen-year-olds. Since I’d accepted their age, it merely added a significant taboo aspect to our relationship, and I found it thrilling.
Without warning, Kim reached down, worked the ring off, and set it on the deck. I was impressed by how easily she’d managed the task, without a single pinch or stretch. “We should get something in return, though. Let’s see what else he’s got in his bag.”
They both went to the bag, leaving me chained to the lounge. I enjoyed the time at peace.