Kneeling on the living room floor with my arms held firmly behind my back and my nose pressed against the floor, I imagined what might be waiting for me in the bedroom just down the hall. A chill washed over me as the AC kicked on, reminding me of my nakedness. You and Mistress Addy had left me wearing nothing but my pink collar, nude stilettos, a short black wig, and the tiny clear cage that had served to choke the life out of every attempt at an erection for the last 70 days.

Shivering but undeterred, I obediently held my position while the egg timer ever-so-slowly counted down from 10 minutes. You had deviously placed the timer just outside my field of view, rendering me unable to see how much time remained without breaking position. I didn’t dare break position now though; You had promised me an orgasm today, but that could easily be taken away if I blatantly disobeyed your orders.

Unaware of the time, each second dragged on for what felt like an hour, leaving my mind to run wild with both lust and anxiety. Just moments ago, I gave over full control of myself to both you and Mistress Addy – a complete stranger. Not only that, but I had also agreed that you and Mistress Addy could “play” with each other, and I realized now that I had no idea what that might entail.

I felt my anxiety spiraling out of control when I remembered what you taught me in our very first training session: I could trust YOU, and that’s all that mattered. You would take care of me. All I had to do is trust you, and you would take care of everything else. This assurance reminded me how much I loved being under your control and care, causing me to fall even deeper into subspace. I felt the tension in my muscles soften, and I escaped into a fantasy of what was to come.

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*BRRRIIINNNGGG*

I was startled out of my fantasy by the cacophony of the egg timer announcing that the 10 minutes had finally passed. Wasting no time, I eagerly crawled down the corridor toward the bedroom as instructed. As I drew closer to the door, I heard muffled grunts and moans echoing from the semi-soundproofed room (you had upgraded the insulation in the walls of your master bedroom several years ago after one-too-many unpleasant encounters with “Jan”, the nosy and overly-conservative nextdoor neighbor). The door was shut, so I rapped on it firmly three times to request entrance.

“Come in, princess!” Mistress Addy called out, loud enough for me to hear through the thickness of the padded door.

I paused for a moment and swallowed nervously, preparing myself for the “spicy” scene that awaited me. As I reached for the handle and pushed the door open, your uninhibited, guttural groans struck my ears and echoed down the hall and through the house. My neglected cock raged in its confines at the sounds of your ecstasy, wishing simultaneously to be you and to be the one drawing those sounds out of you.

“Close the door,” Mistress Addy commanded. “We don’t want any more 911 calls from fucking Jan, now do we?”

As I crawled inside and shut the door, I looked up to find that Mistress Addy had tied you down to a new padded bench that looked something like a modified pommel horse. It was bolted to the floorboards and positioned perpendicular to the foot of your bed, with your head hanging off the front edge so that you faced me as I entered the room. You laid flat across the bench on your stomach with your arms stretched out toward the floor, your wrists secured with rope to the front legs of the bench. Your legs were similarly bound to the bench behind you, anchored with rope at three points: your thighs, your calves, and your ankles. You were fully immobilized and totally nude, save for the black stilettos that hung from your feet, hovering just a few inches above the floor.

Mistress Addy stood behind you, rhythmically slamming her hips into your ass cheeks and making an audible *CLAP* as she drove her strap-on deep into your pussy.

“Kneel in front of your Madam and look her in the eye,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I knelt in front of you and stared deeply into your eyes. Your gaze was soft, unfocused, and glazed-over with lust as Mistress Addy continued pounding you from behind. Little drops of drool crept down your chin as your mouth hung wide open, quivering as wave after wave of pleasure swept over your body.

“She’s been riding this orgasm for a couple of minutes now,” Addy explained. “I bet you’ve never made her cum anywhere close to this hard before, have you?”

“No, Mistress,” I replied, ashamed.

“Did you know that your Madam started her BDSM journey as a submissive?” Mistress Addy inquired.

“No, Mistress. I thought she had always been a Domme,” I said.

“When I met your Madam almost a decade ago, she was a bratty submissive with a very specific fetish: massive, rock-hard cocks. The bigger the better, and the more the merrier. She couldn’t get enough. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was the first woman she was ever with, and that’s only because there were only two guys with decently sized cocks at a sex party we both attended one night, and she wanted all of her holes filled at the same time. She figured a big fake one was superior to a tiny real one. Isn’t that right, you greedy little cockwhore?”

No answer.

“Hellooooo?” Addy slapped your ass over and over again with increasing intensity until she finally got your attention.

“Huh? Uh… uh huh,” was all you could muster as Mistress Addy built you up to yet another orgasm.

“As you can see, your Madam has a visceral reaction to having her holes stretched out by someone who knows what they’re doing and who has the proper hardware to do it with,” Addy continued. “I’m certain that description doesn’t fit you given how she has you dressed up. Your Madam always liked to call any guy with a dick smaller than 8 inches a ‘little girl’ – and to their face! Can you believe it?”

I flushed red with embarrassment as Mistress Addy laughed, knowing that I was nowhere near big enough to satisfy you.

“Don’t worry, princess. All isn’t lost. Little girlies like you have an important role to play in your Madam’s fantasies too,” Addy reassured me. “Now, are you ready to see what she looks like when she has a proper orgasm? We’ve only been warming up so far.”

I nodded quietly, dumbfounded by the fact that the intense orgasm I already witnessed didn’t qualify as “proper”.

With that, Addy grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way back to the hilt of her huge strap-on, causing you to gasp. She then reached up with her right hand and grabbed your long red hair by the roots, pulling your head back as she doubled the pace of her trusts and alternately slapped each of your ass cheeks with her left hand.

Still kneeling in front of you, I looked on with envy as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth spread wide open, letting out primal, involuntary grunts and moans. Your knuckles were white and your face crimson red; veins bulging from your forearms and temples as you pulled against the ropes. Every muscle in your body tightened and convulsed as you built to the crescendo, finally erupting in raw pleasure. It seemed almost like you left your body and stopped breathing for a moment when you went silent at the threshold of orgasm, but that wondered was quickly dismissed as the silence was replaced by the most intense, primal, guttural sounds I’ve ever heard come out of a person’s mouth. You sputtered and shook violently as every inch of your body participated in your sexual release. Your pussy clamped down so hard that Mistress Addy struggled to keep rhythm with her thrusts because her cock was stuck in place.

I was awestruck; Impressed. Jealous; Wistful.

I was happy to see you receiving so much pleasure, but I was sad that it wasn’t me who was giving it to you.

Your orgasm lasted about a minute before you finally and fully released every drop of sexual need you possessed. You melted into the bench like water on cotton candy, spent and exhausted.

Mistress Addy stood still for a few moments to let you come back into your body before pulling her gigantic cock out of you. She had been inside you the whole time since I crawled in, so this was my first glimpse at the tool she had used to revive this animalistic side of you. She exited you with an audible *POP*; the tip of her phallus reaching down to her knee as it bounced in front of her. It was as least three times as long and twice as thick as my cock when it was fully erect.

“What do you have to say, dear?”

“Oh g-, I… I just…”

You were struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Thank you, Addy. Gosh I- I missed that,” you said weekly.

“Clearly,” Addy chuckled as she untied you and helped you off the bench and onto your bed. “Rest up a bit. I’ll give you two some space.”

Addy covered you with a blanket, kissing you on the forehead before leaving the bedroom and patting me on the head on the way out. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” she teased, pointing to the puddle of pre-cum that had accumulated between my legs. “Good little girl.”

“Don’t worry, princess – I haven’t forgotten about you,” you said turning toward me. “I needed you to see me like that so that you’ll understand what I’m going to ask of you next. You’re being such a good girl, and you’re being so patient. It will be rewarded, I promise. But come lay with me for a while first.”

You knew just how to reassure me. I quickly crawled onto the bed and curled up in your arms. You kissed me on the cheek and softly stroked my arm.

“I love you, princess. Never doubt that,” you said.

“I love you too, Madam.”

More than you knew.