October is Locktober, the occasion for many submissive men to make a month long sacrifice to their dominants. (not all of them women). I guess some of those subs dream of long term chastity but find it impractical or just want a taster.
Joy was drinking cocktails with her friend Margaret. Margaret had brought her sub along, a very polite and well spoken man called David.
“Does it hurt?” she asked with genuine curiosity.
“It does Miss Joy, particularly the moments when I get hard, and it pushes against the cage. That can be quire painful, But everything settles down after a bit. And it’s actually quite nice.”
“Nice?”
“Yes Miss Joy. It’s a comfortable fit and I could wear it all day. And it gives me the most wonderful energy to do things. All that sexual energy. You can use it in other ways. I think they call it sublimation.”
“Well, I have heard of that. One of the nuns who taught us at school told me all about that.”
“Which one was that?” interjected Margaret.
“Sister Clare, you know, the pretty young nun some of the younger girls had a crush on. She told me about St Therese of Lisieux who used to come when she received the Eucharist. So I totally get that don’t you?”
“I don’t know” said Margaret. “but then again I have always had plenty of sex so maybe it’s not something I could ever know.”
“Well, I don’t get much do I?”
“So you know”
“But being chaste through lack of decent blokes is one thing. I mean David is doing it as a kind of gift to you isn’t he?”
“It makes hm more submissive and that gives him energy. I think it makes him a better person.”
“Maybe”
“It could make you a better person too.”
She fixed Joy with a stare that made her wriggle uncomfortably in her chair. This was a little too close to home. Could she read her friend that well?
“I want you to be chaste for me too Joy.”
“I’m sorry…I…..”
Joy was babbling and painfully aware that she was blushing. David was looking at her, inscrutable.
“I’ve got plans for you.”
Joy looked at her. She wasn’t smiling. She was serious. And Joy felt a love for her friend coursing through me. She wanted this. She wanted it badly.
“Come to mine tomorrow evening. Bring your toys. All of them.”
“Yes M….” Joy wanted to say Mistress but couldn’t bring herself to that level of self-disclosure and vulnerability. “Mimargaret” she blurted out.
She smiled knowingly and held out her hand for Joy to kiss. Joy felt horny. She had never been with Margaret and couldn’t quite imagine how this all might turn out. Could she even confess to that she fancied her, that she had, on occasions, hold Margaret before her as she frigged herself on lonely nights. But there was a new erotic adventure to experience and Joy was here for it.
But she felt a need and when she arrived at Margaret’s flat the following evening she was quick to kneel on the hard wooden floor of the hallway as ordered.
“Do you have your toys?”
Joy fumbled in her bag and took them out. .
“Offer them up to me.”
She held up two small vibrators, a Doxy and a butt plug, and bowed her head.
“Ooh a butt plug. This has got me thinking I don’t really know you, Joy. But I rather think I am going to enjoy getting to know you better!”
She took the toys and locked them in a cupboard.
“Stand up and leave””
Joy was taken aback by this but did as she was told. For the next thirty days she was to be chaste, She was to report every day by text message how she was doing. And the days went by very slowly.
Until the first of November when she visited as arranged. David opened the door, dressed only in a pink tutu. He had Happy Days written in pink lipstick on his hairy chest. Joy could see that under the tutu he had no underpants on but was still wearing his device,
“Greetings my little October nun,” said a deep, sensual female voice from the lounge. Margaret emerged, resplendent in red latex. She gave Joy a brief but affectionate hug and motioned to her to go into the lounge. On the table Joy noticed a bottle of Prosecco in an ice bucket.
“Open the bottle” she commanded David. He did so with impressive speed and skill and poured three large flutes. Margaret handed them round.
“Let’s drink to boys and girls who have the power and determination for the long haul. Let’s drink to those who give Me everything/”
They clinked glasses and drank. David proposed a second toast.
“To the lady for whom I would give up orgasms for ever,”
They drank again.
“I’m not sure you wanted to say that” said Margaret with a broad smile. “You might give Me ideas.”
She led the way trough to the bedroom.
“I am going to get ready. You are both to strip, place your clothes in neat piles, on the two wickerwork chairs, Joy on the chair nearest the door. And then kneel and wait for me.”
When Margaret returned, she had taken off the red latex dress and was wearing just an emerald green retro style bra and knickers, big 50s knickers, from which protruded strands of her lush pubic hair. The sight took Joy’s mind off how much her knees were hurting as she knelt. Then she noticed the chain round Margret’s neck. On it hung a key.
“Slave, come here.”
David walked up to her and knelt again.
“Do you deserve relief? Have you been a good boy and refrained from impure thoughts?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Do you undertake to satisfy Me at all times and as I require?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I grant you release.”
“Thank You Mistress”
“Stand up and go and stand in front of Joy.”
So he did. Margaret took the key off her chain and handed it to Joy.
“Unlock him.”
Joy had to fumble to get the key in but after a few attempts it turned and she was able to open the cage and remove it from David’s squashed, flaccid penis, which hung like a lost traveller unsure where to place his next step.
“Make him ready to service Me.”
Joy hesitated.
“Wank him, get him hard, then take him in your mouth but don’t let him come. He has ro save himself for Me.”
It was with a little hesitation that Joy took David’s cock in her hand. She rubbed it gently, and, as she felt it stiffen, kissed the tip, gently pulled back the foreskin, and took it in her mouth. David let out a quiet groan of pleasure as he felt it sink into Joy’s warm soft mouth.
How long was it since Joy had last tasted cock? She realised she had missed this, took it in deep, sucking hard, pulling back until it was almost out again, before taking it gently back in, flicking the end with her tongue, before the whole length disappeared again into her eager mouth. David groaned again.
“Face fuck her” ordered Margaret, “but don’t come! You’re saving that for me.”
“Yes Mistress” said David. He put his hands behind Joy’s head and began to thrust, slowly at first but then gaining in tempo until Joy, pulled away, choking and gasping for air.
Margaret laughed. David looked horrified. Precome was dribbling from his bellend but his erection was withering away rapidly. Margaret knelt up on the bed.
“Come here” she ordered David and he dutifully took up position behind her.
“I’m so wet, so fucking wet at the thought of what I’m going to do to you two later.”
She reached under her crotch, took his cock in her hand, and massaged it until it grew hard again. Then she guided it into her and David began to thrust, slowly, then harder until Margaret pulled it out and twisted it brutally. David moaned with pain and frustration as come dribbled into the bed.
“I said you could have an orgasm to mark the end of Locktober didn’t I?”
“Yes Mistress”
“But I didn’t say I couldn’t spoil it did I?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No Mistress.”
“Because I am a domme, I can do whatever I want. Can’t I?”
“Yes Mistress”
He looked crushed. Margaret kissed him on the lips and ruffled his hair. Then she smiled, the smile that Joy too was learning to fear.
“You’ve had your orgasm and now you’re going back into chastity.
“Oh Mistress!” said David plaintively.
“What Mistress?”
“Thank You Mistress.”
She put the cage back on, locked it and hung the key tauntingly round her neck. She then drew David closed, squeezing him with her gym toned arms as she kissed him, a violent, dominant kiss that made his body go submissively limp. It also made him go hard until his erection was quelled by the harsh steel of his device. Margaet laughed in his face as his lip quivered with anguish. Joy thought that he looked close to tears and felt a rising anxiety about what plans Margaret might have for her.
“Go to the fridge slave and bring Me the second bottle of Prosecco. And two flutes, only wo this time. Joy and I are going to have a drink, and then enjoy ourselves. And you ar egoing to stand and watch and suffer”.
She laughed again and Joy felt a chill.
Davod returned with the Prosecco and two glasses on a tray. He poured the glasses but before he could hand them to the ladies, Margaret said.
“Put them down.”
She took him to the corner of the room, cuffed his wrists behind him.
“You’re going to stand there and watch us. And maybe you’ll learn how to pleasure a woman properly.”
Margaret picked up the flutes from the tray. She and Joy clinked and drank.
“To the female supremacy. In submission as much as in dominance. Supremacy”
She smiled again. And kissed Joy tenderly. Joy smelt the alcohol on Margaret’s breath and felt her excitement rise again. She had no idea what Margaret had in store for her but she knew she wanted it, knew she wanted to be taken and used. David being there no longer concerned her. If Margaret was going to make her a sex slave she would be able to bear her slavery aloft like a trophy.
Margaret lay on the bed, parted her legs and stroked her clit.
“Sex slave Joy, come to me, come down on me. Pleasure your Mistress.”
Joy knelt between Margaret’s legs, watched as her friend, now her Mistress pleasured herself. As she bent down, moving her head to Margaret’s crotch, Margaret took her finger off her clit and used her left hand to guide Joy’s head gently down. For Joy this felt like a consummation of something new, something wonderful. She lapped at Margaret’s clit, flicking it with her tongue, licking it, worshipping it. She heard Margaet moan with pleasure, felt her body stiffen as her orgasm neared. She worked harder, harder, her first task as a sex slave and she needed to do it well. Then Margaret came.
“Joy! Joy! Oh my Joy!”
She lay in post orgasmic stillness then said
“Slave Joy, now we pleasure each other.”
“How Mistress?”
“Sit up. Lie down, spread your legs.”
Joy did as she was told. Margaret sat facing her, then taking Joy by the hair pulled her forward till their vulva touched. And moved her lithe, supple hips up and down, up and down and Joy felt the climax rising within her, an explosion of delight, an eruption of her loving devotion.
“More! More! More, Mistress, more. Please!!”
And she came. And Margaret came. And they kissed. David was getting hard and excited at the sight. He moaned as his erection was quelled by the cage. But his suffering made him love his Mistress more. He knew he loved Joy too, her other submissive but above him in the hierarchy, and enjoying special privileges, because she was a woman. That was how it should be. He knew that too.
“I love you” said Margaret.
“I love you too. This is all I’ve ever wanted, Margaret.”
“Mistress”
“This is all I’ve ever wanted Mistress.”
And Margaret moved on top of Joy, pushing her tongue, deeply and dominantly, moving her finger over Joy’s clit. As Joy came she looked over Margaret’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of David standing in the corner of the bedroom, caged but happy. He smiled as he caught her eye and she knew that her new lover’s faithful slave was sharing in their happiness.
“Fuck sublimation” she said and they both laughed.
