== Part 1 ==
John's penis hung between his legs in it's cage as he felt Anne's feet come to rest on his lower back. The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock on the wall by the fireplace. Every now and then he could hear the crackle of the fire in the hearth. The only other light in the room was a small lamp by which Anne was reading a book with a picture of a submissive man in chains on the cover.
Tonight was inspection night. In an hour or so, when the clock chimed eight, John would present Anne, or Mistress as he had to address her, with his penis in it's locked cage and she would give him the key so he could show her he had not been playing with it in any way or having unsanctioned ejaculations.
John felt her heels on his lower back as he knelt facing the window with it's curtains drawn. Anne's heels were usually in stockings through the day. Sometimes she wore tights but her toes were always painted. John helped with that. Tuesday mornings were toenail polish days. Mistress would sit in the same chair she sat in now, reading her book while John sat at her feet, tending to her toe nails.
Tonight was the usual Sunday night routine of him serving as her foot stool for a half hour while she read after her bath. Mistress enjoyed a bath on a Sunday night and it was John's duty to make sure she had everything she wanted before and during her bath. He had drawn the water and tested the temperature, frothed the bubbles and stayed in the corner with his palms on his lap while she relaxed. He would wash her back when required but touching anywhere else was off-limits.
That was a real shame because Mistress had enormous breasts with wide areola and long thick nipples and John often fantasised about how it would feel to soap them up and wash them for her but she never asked and he wasn't permitted. Once when he was told to fetch her laundry, John snuck a peek at the tag in her bra and it read 42KK and he knew that was big. Much bigger than his wife's.
Linda, his wife, (or for all intents and purposes, ex-wife) was still living back where they lived and worked for around 28 years in the north. When the marriage and sex and jobs dried up, he answered a job advert for a live-in handy man here in Hertfordshire and that is when he had started working for Mistress. That had been five years ago and he hadn't heard from his ex-wife since. Last he heard, Linda had moved someone else into their old home back up in the north.
The village where he had been living under Mistress' roof for the past five years was small and kept itself to itself and the locals knew each other by name. To the other people in the village, John worked for Anne.
The actual arrangement was quite different.
== Part 2 ==
Even if they knew Mistress kept John in chastity with his penis under lock and key, the rest of the village would not have guessed it was Mistress' doing. She was a beacon of respectability in the community. On the evening she attended the local women's institute meetings, John would be left to polish the silver in his shortest sissy maids outfit, perhaps with a little rouge on his cheeks to feminise him further.
But this was Sunday evening and Mistress had taken her bath and John had prepared Mistress' room as she liked it before returning to where she sat in the snug. His panties were new on that day and the elastic had been chafing a little around his testicles. Mistress liked his testicles shaven and smooth, along with his penis but it made it sensitive so he kept a lotion for it.
"Come closer, Janet..." Mistress commanded and John stepped closer. Janet was her name for him when he was in sissy mode, so to speak.
"It's a little red around my balls, Mistress, it's these new panties." John said, peeling the frilly elastic away from his testicles. "I don't think I chose well. They feel a bit cheap."
Anne checked the material and pulled the panties down around his thighs, allowing his penis to drop in it's cage, in front of his balls.
"Take it out and we'll pop some lotion on it." Mistress said, offering John the key she kept on a lace ribbon around her neck.
John slid the small key inside the brass padlock and unhooked the steel from the two holes at the top of the cock-cage.
He looked over at Mistress who was holding his lotion, ready to press down on the pump trigger at the top. She was watching as he removed the different sections of the cock cage to allow his penis to drop free.
A moment passed. And then another. And John wondered whether she was going to allow him the lotion.
"Okay." she said, "give me your hand."
John offered his hand for Mistress to dispense the lotion.
Two pumps and his fingers were covered in the slick fluid before she nodded for him to apply the lotion.
Purely for her own entertainment, Mistress opened her bath robe and allowed her large breasts to spill out and she cradled them under her forearms, making them full and round and making the nipples stick upwards towards John's flaccid penis.
Applying the lotion around his testicles, John was aware his penis was starting to wake.
Mistress lifted a hand and pulled on her nipple and twisted it just enough to make it pert and full of colour.
John's penis lurched to half-mast and Mistress smiled. He was such an easy slut.
After rubbing the lotion into the skin around and under his testicles, making sure not to touch his penis and make his erection worse, Mistress offered the lotion and he took three squirts.
"Rub it on your penis this time. Make the skin soft for me." Mistress commanded.
John dabbed the lotion around his thickening shaft and began to rub it in. The effect was immediate and John's penis grew thick, fast. Deprived of touch for the previous twenty four hours, John's penis was feeling masculine again, not feminised or sissy, but thick and full of cum and in need of attention.
He needed to pump his cock in his fist and shoot a thick load over mistress' enormous tits, a few inches away from the thick angry tip of his cock.
Those nipples looked too inviting and John needed release. He could feel the cum building, ready for release, ready to shoot out, spurt all over those beautiful, full round globes. His inner masculinity was rising. He needed to feel it. He needed his climax.
"That's enough," Mistress smiled, slapping his hand away from his penis and slapping the tip of his cock lightly. She looked up at him as she squeezed the base of the shaft between her thumb and forefinger and smirked as his eyes betrayed his frustration.
She was his plaything and she said how and when he came. It was up to her, when he climaxed.
Bringing her other hand up, she slapped his cock once more while still holding it at the base. John was in ecstasy as each slap hit home, making his penis almost burn with the sensation.
Once more, and again, and again and it was too much and John groaned and screwed his eyes shut as Mistresses heavy breasts were covered in spurt after spurt of his thick, white cum.
Two big splashes across her left breast and the rest as thin jets of salty goodness across her nipple and John was spent.
It was over for tonight and John could begin cleaning up his mess.
Dropping to his knees, he leant in and began licking his cum off Mistress' breasts as she held them up for him to lick every last drop. |
