To Serve Two Mistresses: A FemDom Tale (Amy's Bitch Book 4)
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To Serve Two Mistresses: A FemDom Tale (Amy's Bitch Book 4)
Submissive husband Brian is only halfway through a weekend of servitude at the hands of his dominant wife and her kinky best friend. Teased, tormented and locked helplessly in a cage in the basement, he awaits his mistresses' pleasure....
"Amy stepped fully out of the shower and I wrapped the fluffy towel around her. Then I bowed before Britney and toweled her off in the same way. Their nakedness covered now, the girls looked me up and down. I gasped as I felt Amy’s hand on my pleading cock. “Ok, come with me,†she said, tugging at my prick. I followed as she led me into our bedroom. I almost sobbed when she released my cock, dancing on the very edge of an explosive orgasm. She took up a pillow from the bed and tossed it on the floor in front of me. “Kneel,†she commanded, emphasizing her instructions with a sharp click of her fingers. She pointed at the pillow. I did as I was told, kneeling down at the foot of our bed. “Britney, can you give me a hand?†Amy called out of the bedroom door while she rummaged in the closet. “Sure thing,†Britney replied, appearing almost instantly at the bedroom door. I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Amy take two of my belts from the closet and hand one to Britney. Then Amy walked behind me and seized my left wrist. She stretched my arm out along the top of our metal footboard. “Get his other arm,†Amy said, and Britney seized my right wrist. Quickly, the girls wrapped a belt around each wrist and pulled them tight, securing my hands to either end of the footboard. In no time at all, I was immobilized. The two vixens stood back to admire their handiwork. “That should keep him out of trouble,†Amy said smugly. “Wait, I’ve got an idea,†said Britney mischievously. Her bare feet padded out to the living room. “Oh, Britney,†Amy sighed, more to me than to her friend, “you’ve always got some idea or another.†Britney returned, and stood behind me. I heard her crouch, and again felt the cold steel of the handcuffs cruelly encircling my scrotum and penis. She clicked the cuff tight and, reaching forward between my legs, attached the other cuff to the metal bars of the footboard. “There,†Britney said triumphantly. “Gotta keep that dick under control. Don’t want him rubbing it on something and getting off without permission.†“Nice,†Amy said admiringly. “I love that idea of cuffing his cock like that. You’re a natural at this, Brit.†“Thanks,†Britney smiled. “I’m telling you, I gotta get a bitch of my own. And I won’t be nearly as nice to him as you are to this slut, either.†Britney kicked my ass with her bare foot as she spoke, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make the handcuffs rattle on the metal bedframe. The ladies laughed at the sound. “Now we can go hang out without having to worry about him,†Amy said. She rummaged through the pile of panties I had left on the dresser, to be handwashed later. “We should probably gag him though. I don’t want to hear his whining. Whose panties do you want in your mouth, slut? Mine or Britney’s?â€