Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

"Yes, he's got a registered slave contract. It's on the internet -- that bar code will take you to it. Anyone can read it," his wife said pointing to the code tattooed on his shoulder.

  "But why does he let you do it? It looks terrible."

  "He likes it really, he likes to have me in control and even have me punish him. It always leaves him on some sort of high. We're both into it."

  "I thought you kept him locked up so he wouldn't be able to do anything nasty without permission," said Vixen.

  "I do a lot of the time but the device is heavy and he gets knocked around so he doesn't wear it all the time," said his wife. "Do you think he should?"

  "Oh absolutely," said Vixen, "if you really want to stop him jerking off, you have to have it on all the time. They always wank when they get the chance, they just don't always admit to it. I guarantee he's been doing it all along and won't stop until you keep him tucked away in a good permanent chastity device. Talk to Mary about something light he can wear all the time; she is good with those things. He won't jerk off over a magazine again."

  "What was the magazine anyway? I hope it was something good to be worth all this," said Mary casually, bending as she turned him over and began refastening him so that they could get at his cock. She pulled off his hood. He was still lost in the pain of the beating and not really comprehending what they were saying.

  "Oh, I don't know. One of those men's things with actresses you've never heard of in their underwear. Not real porn. He wouldn't dare."

  "Oh, right. We got one of those through our letter box last week; some sort of underwear promotion. I think everyone is getting them."

  He heard his wife laughing, "I wondered why it was in the rubbish still in its plastic wrapping -- I thought he'd lost his nerve or something. Oh, well, tough. This can be a warning - but I had better get him locked up."

  His head was clearing and he started to say, "Yes Mistress, I would never..." but he was shushed again.

  Mary was still laughing as she left the room. She came back with a small black bag, took out the sheath of a transparent plastic cock cage and gave it to his wife. She turned it over in her hands as Vixen and the woman with the spiky blonde hair left and went off down the hall.

  "OK, put it on him," she said handing it back, "It will work better than that tape."

  "It's a bit fiddly," said Mary, sorting through the rings in the bag looking for the one she thought would fit. She tried one around the base of his cock but it was loose so she tried another. When she was satisfied that she had the right size she threaded the posts through the holes in the ring and reached for the plastic sheath. All the touching of his cock as she tried the rings had made him swell and she couldn't fit the sheath over it.

  "That's the other problem," she said, "you can't get it on if he has an erection. Can I make him soft again?"

  His wife had got up to watch her assemble the device and learn how it worked. She looked at Mary for a moment.

  "And how do you intend to do that Mary?"

  Mary raised her eyebrows, mock innocently, and said, "Mmm, well, I do fancy a fuck, and since, you know, there was a bit of a mistake over the magazine he probably deserves..."

  His wife smiled at her.

  "Well, OK, but he deserved his thrashing and doesn't deserve anything else. If you want to use him and it will help get him put away, go ahead. Be quick."

  Mary smiled back.

  "Don't worry, I'm pretty turned on from beating him. I shouldn't be long."

  She took off the ring around the base of his cock, pulled up her short leather skirt and swung one long booted leg over him so she was sitting on his stomach with her back to him.

  "Thank you. Can you pass me the lube?" she said waving at the bottle in the corner.

  His wife gave it to her. The warm weight of her on his stomach and the conversation had bought him fully erect and he gasped as she closed her hands around him. She spread lube all over his shaft then rocked forward so she could reach between her own legs. He lifted his head to see her carefully shaved pussy between her thighs and watched her push her lubed fingers into herself. Then she moved forward and leant right down, showing her cunt framed by her legs and the skirt, eased him into her and sat back on his hips.

  "Mmm," she said, turning to look over her shoulder, "That feels good. You better not come until I do and get off. I don't want to be all sticky."

  She started sliding up and down on him, rubbing her clitoris with her fingers and crooning gently to herself. It didn't take very long for her to come. He almost came himself when her legs tightened around him and her moans became a series of small gasps. She got off him, panting a little and took the lube again.

  "Good boy. That was lovely. Let's get you all nice and soft and locked away so you can go home."

  She lubed her hands and stroked his twitching cock, holding her hand tightly round the shaft and working away quickly. He came almost immediately, Mary laughing as she held her other hand over the end of his cock to stop it spraying everywhere. She found a box of tissues and wiped her hand and his stomach as he softened. While they were waiting she clicked her fingers and said, "I know what we need," and left the room. She was back in a moment with a long black stocking.

  "This is what you do," she said bringing his wife closer. She pulled the open end of the stocking over his almost soft cock and slipped the other end through a slit in the end of the sheath then used the stocking to pull it fully into the sheath. Once the cock was enclosed she fitted the rings around its base and fitted the posts into the sheath.

  "There, get the cock in first and then do the rest in case he gets excited."

  She gave the device, inside which he was doing his best to swell again, a good shake and fumbled around in the device's bag for its padlock. Finding it she held it out to his wife.

  "You want to put this on? You just slip it through here."

  "Of course," his wife said and took the padlock from Mary, slipped the key out of its lock, fitted the hook through the post of the device and snapped it shut.

  It sounded very business-like. This thing was clearly meant to be worn for a long time. He could feel it enclosing his cock and the ring was tight around its base. His balls felt pressed between the ring and the cage but it had no weight. The cage he had worn before was really for show. It was shiny metal and looked lovely but it was heavy and he couldn't wear it for long. Sometimes it even dragged down enough so it fell off. He and his wife had only used it for games. This one was serious. He had the feeling that it wasn't just going to slip off.

  While he was lying thinking about the implications of the new cage, his wife had left the room while Mary took off the cuffs. As he sat up to get off the bench, feeling the bruises from his beating and the unfamiliar thing between his legs his wife came back in with his clothes.

  "That thing is going to leave quite a bump and spoil his nice girly knickers," she said, holding them up.

  "Don't worry, it can only be temporary. You can get him a proper chastity belt that will keep it all tucked away so you never notice it under his panties. Have a look on FetLife."

  "Good," said his wife, "I will. But this will do for now. I think I'll leave it on for a while. I'll see what he will do to get hold of this after a week or two." She held up the key then dropped it into her purse.

  "I think he'll be very biddable," said Mary.

  "Come on, get your dress on so we can go home."

  "A glass of wine while we wait for him, Catherine?"

  "Lovely."

  The two women left him to get his clothes on. The device felt strange and dug into his thighs under the tight underwear. He could feel his excitement growing. Vixen and her companion walked past the door of the Punishment Room deep in conversation and paid him no attention. The pain in is arse was bad but no longer unbearable. He felt a glow of pride to have survived such a thrashing, even though he had begged so abjectly. The fear was all gone. He felt euphoric and this new cock cage seemed to open an exciting ne
w game. All of a sudden he was desperate to feel his tongue against his Mistress and please her so maybe she would use the key in her purse. He had got the worst beating of his life over a piece of junk mail but suddenly his day didn't look so bad.

  The End.

  Hallowe'en Party

  You arrive home and find a flyer on your door. It's advertising a Hallowe'en party in the next town. You start to toss it into the trash. After all, you don't have time for such things as parties. Besides, you probably wouldn't know anyone there. But something on the flyer gets your attention before you can throw it out. It says "Adult Hallowe'en Costume Party." It occurs to you that it's been a long time since you've spent any amount of time with just adult company, so you hang on to the flyer. It's a week away, so you have time to make up your mind.

  You spend your days dealing with children from infant to teens. Adult conversation and interaction is something that's severely lacking in your day to day life. You go through the next few days as usual, but the party keeps popping into your mind. You even go so far as to consider possible costumes you could put together. You're still sure that there's no chance that you could get away for the evening. You have too many responsibilities. But you can't stop thinking about the party.

  Finally, it's Saturday and tonight's the party that's been nagging you all week. You decide that you deserve an evening out. You can go to the party, maybe meet a new friend or two, and go home. Not a big deal. And you've earned some 'me' time for a change. Now, to figure out which costume idea would work best. You're sure that you won't know anyone there, so you decide to get just a little daring. Nothing too risque, but something that lets you let your hair down a bit. You decide on an Elvira costume. You put on a push-up bra which presses your breasts up and together, providing plenty of cleavage without showing too much. Just enough to be noticed. You put on a long black dress that fits your curves and accentuates that you're definitely female. Then, to add to the feeling, you decide on a garter and hose rather than pantyhose. It's going to be only adults, after all. Then, on a last minute impulse, you decide to leave your panties off. It's completely out of character for you but you're the only one who'll know and it just feels sexy to have such a secret. You're wearing a long, flowing dress so there's not even a chance of someone seeing your knees, let alone anything that might be missing from up higher. The last touch is, of course, a long black wig. Then you put on your makeup. Chances are nobody would recognize you, anyway.

  Even after you've dressed, you are uncertain if you really want to go to the party. But after putting on the Elvira look, you decide that you can't waste it now. So you head out the door and to the next town. You know exactly where it's going to be because over the past week you've driven past it a couple of times just out of curiosity while you were on your regular errands. Deliberately, you leave home so that you will arrive about an hour after the party starts. That way, if you notice there are no cars there yet, you don't have to stop. You're surprised to find that there are a couple of dozen cars already parked when you arrive. You're still nervous about going to a party where you don't know anyone, but you decide to park anyway. You sit in your car for a few minutes asking yourself "What am i doing? I don't have time to go to a party." But, you're here. You're dressed in costume. Tonight, you are Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. You go up to the door.

  It's an unusually warm night for late October and the front door is open so you go on in. You're immediately greeted by a woman dressed as Jeannie from the TV show "I Dream of Jeannie." The second thing that you notice is that her top is virtually sheer. You get a glimpse of her nipples standing out as she welcomes you to her party. She introduces herself as Julie and tells you to come on in and enjoy yourself. She offers you a drink and you ask for just a soda for now. She leads you to the kitchen and hands you a glass of soda.

  There are a few people standing around the kitchen, all in costume. One is dressed as a nurse, in a very short outfit and showing lots of cleavage. There's a man dressed as Zorro with his shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist and showing that he obviously works out and keeps himself in shape. For just a moment, you're tempted to just reach over and run your hand down his muscled chest. The other person, another woman, is in a pirate costume. She's wearing short shorts and a halter tied up under her obviously plentiful breasts. She reaches out and touches your arm while expressing how much she loves your costume.

  It's just dawned on you that what you thought was simply a party for grownups is literally an "adult" party. This gives you two distinct feelings: One, you're a bit nervous having never been in this type of environment before. Two, you feel an unusual tingle low in your body as you realize exactly what might be going on in other rooms of this house. You consider just leaving, but decide to stay and satisfy a bit of curiosity. You've heard of adult themed parties before but had never been brave enough to actually attend one. You're here, so you might as well look around. You can just see what it's like without having to participate in anything at all. The three people in the kitchen all told you their names, but you were too distracted to catch what they were. And you didn't notice that Julie had just introduced you as Elvira, since you hadn't given your name. That seems just fine to you. You can just be known as Elvira for the night.

  As you enter the living room, you notice that there's a crowd around the center of the room. You also notice that most of the costumes don't cover up much at all. Most of the women are either in very short skirts or simply in lingerie. The men are equally attired in revealing and sexy outfits such as a Scotsman in a kilt, Tarzan in just a loin cloth, and a Spiderman whose costume leaves very little to the imagination. As you get closer, you see what everyone is looking at: There's a couple in the middle of the room and she is stroking him as she's running her tongue along his hard shaft. This completely surprises you. You're embarrassed, but also fascinated that this could actually be happening in front of you. You've never thought of yourself as a voyeur, but you can't pull your eyes from the show in front of you. You find that your body is reacting to the view. And you look at the others around you, wondering what they're thinking. The thought crosses your mind "Do they know what I'm feeling?" You notice that no one is looking at you, they're mostly enjoying the show. You do notice that one couple is standing with the woman in front of the man and that he has his arms around her and is openly fondling her breasts. It's obvious that he's rubbing himself against her barely covered ass. Neither seems to care that they're in a group of people and that some, at least, don't even know them. Then you realize that might be why they're not concerned about it. Perhaps, like you, no one at the party knows them.

  You go back to watching the couple in the middle of the room. She's continuing, now taking him into her mouth. She's in a costume as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her skirt reaches almost to her knees, but as she leans over the man sitting in front of her, the skirt lifts in the back. It looks like she might even be raising her ass higher than necessary just so that it will raise her skirt. She seems to be enjoying knowing that she's being watched as much as she is enjoying what she's doing to the man.

  As the couple continues, a man moves out from the crowd toward them. He stands behind "Dorothy" and raises her skirt up over her back, completely exposing her to the audience. She obviously doesn't mind as he starts caressing her ass with his hand. In fact, as his hand moves toward the top of her thighs, she spreads her legs slightly. He reaches down between her legs and you have a full view of him running his fingers along her wet lips. She spreads her legs further as he inserts a finger inside of her. Again, none of the participants seem to care that they're being watched.

  The new man, who's dressed as a lumberjack, kneels down behind Dorothy. He places one hand on each of her ass cheeks and moves his face closer. You see that he's now running his tongue along the folds of her wet pussy lips. She presses back against his face as he pushes his tongue into her. You're completely fascinated that people can be this open with something you always saw as very
intimately personal. You find yourself wondering just how far this group in front of you will go while being watched. You also find yourself wondering just what you'll see if this man, the lumberjack, does take things further. You've had very little experience with men in your life, so far. Seeing the woman sucking the first man shocks you, but you find that you enjoy watching as she slides her mouth up and down his hard cock. He's not huge, like you've seen in some porn movies, but he's definitely not lacking in that department, either.

  As these thoughts go through your mind, the lumberjack stands up and removes his boots, jeans and underwear. He's already erect. His cock standing proudly in front of him as he approaches the woman. This must be one of the largest cocks that you've ever seen. You wonder if you could even take that monster inside of you. Then you stop and blush at the thought that you could even think something like that. He grabs himself with one hand, while rubbing the woman with the other. You're watching, almost trembling, as you see him press up against her wet opening. You're sure that there's no way she could ever handle something so large. As he's gently pressing against her, and she's pressing back against him, you don't notice that someone has moved right up behind you until he whispers to you "They put on an exciting show, don't they?"

  You've been so wrapped up in watching the 3 people that you'd nearly forgotten that you were in a crowd of people watching it all, live. You jump, just a bit, as you're brought back to reality. You blush immediately, knowing that he was watching you as you were watching the show in front of you. You start to walk away in embarrassment, but he steps in the way asking where you're going.

  You mumble something about "I really don't belong here. It's not my kind of place."

  He says "Are you sure? You sure seemed to like what you were seeing a minute ago." And he turns your head back to viewing the three in the middle fo the room.

  Your arousal overruns your embarrassment as you realize again that these people don't know you except as Elvira and you'll never see any of them again. Besides, you reason, those people know full well that they're being watched. In fact, you're sure that they're enjoying being watched. You decide to continue and to not worry about your embarrassment.