:Submission Fantasy:
Your strength is drained from the struggle and from the orgasm. Mistress Drahomira pulls you off the dildo chair and leads you along to a wall, where she raises you hands above your head and cuffs you to rings built for this purpose. She laughs at your weakened compliance. She kicks your legs apart a little to make you into a star shape, and fixes your ankles apart in a manner similar to your hands. You hang, a broken man, in this position.
She nods at Mistress Carly who gathers some things and approaches you. Mistress Drahomira now beckons the man to lie down on the table in the centre of the room. His cock, having not yet come, still stands proud. Yours meanwhile has dropped flaccidly to its soft state. Mistress Carly busily fixes a cage to your flaccid cock. It seems specially made to suit your size - perhaps they knew you were coming - and soon all of your bulging dripping meat is packed upside it's own prison. The weight of it pulls slightly on the ring around your cock and balls to which it's fixed, but the ring is also quite tight and going nowhere. Mistress Carly taps the cage with a black stick, ensuring it's well constructed and secure. You are truly boxed in.
Meanwhile, Mistress Drahomira has tied the man down the bed in the centre of the room. She has climbed on top of his chest, her corset still pushing her ample breasts up and out, her bare fuzz nestling against the man's skin.
"Now," says Mistress Drahomira turning her head to you, "Mistress Carly and I are going to use this man for our pleasure. It will be pleasurable for him also. For you, your pleasure is over. You are ours now. We all find it better when you watch, when you lust, but your meat is packed tight and you can do nothing about it! Come, Carly, let us start to give the winner his just deserts. Let us blow his mind. And the loser can see what might have been."
And this, for you, is how it ends.
She nods at Mistress Carly who gathers some things and approaches you. Mistress Drahomira now beckons the man to lie down on the table in the centre of the room. His cock, having not yet come, still stands proud. Yours meanwhile has dropped flaccidly to its soft state. Mistress Carly busily fixes a cage to your flaccid cock. It seems specially made to suit your size - perhaps they knew you were coming - and soon all of your bulging dripping meat is packed upside it's own prison. The weight of it pulls slightly on the ring around your cock and balls to which it's fixed, but the ring is also quite tight and going nowhere. Mistress Carly taps the cage with a black stick, ensuring it's well constructed and secure. You are truly boxed in.
Meanwhile, Mistress Drahomira has tied the man down the bed in the centre of the room. She has climbed on top of his chest, her corset still pushing her ample breasts up and out, her bare fuzz nestling against the man's skin.
"Now," says Mistress Drahomira turning her head to you, "Mistress Carly and I are going to use this man for our pleasure. It will be pleasurable for him also. For you, your pleasure is over. You are ours now. We all find it better when you watch, when you lust, but your meat is packed tight and you can do nothing about it! Come, Carly, let us start to give the winner his just deserts. Let us blow his mind. And the loser can see what might have been."
And this, for you, is how it ends.
