As the journey went on, I felt myself becoming more aroused by George’s caresses and offered no resistance his other hand went under my skirt and began touching my restrained peenie. Crystal in the front seat had also initially tried to stop Val’s hand but in the end had accepted his probing fingers.
By the time the journey was completed and we arrived at the house that they apparently shared, we were both s aroused that we were both totally compliant to them.
Their house was a lot bigger than the flats that Crystal and I lived in. But then you would expect that given their much higher earnings in our female led world. We got out of the car as elegantly as our clothes allowed and teetering on our heels they led us inside the house.
Within a few minutes they were both sprawled on an elegant sofa with their legs apart and Crystal and I were on our knees in front of them using our mouths and tongues on their dildos and more sensitive parts.
As we slurped away, they talked about the game they had watched at the Club. It was as if we were invisible, even when they both climaxed almost together there was no thanks for our part in the proceedings or indeed our own needs which were by then overpowering us.
We were sent to the kitchen to prepare coffee and provide snacks which we did both longing for our engorged and restrained cocks to be given release.
We sat huddled together on a sofa as the women took their refreshments. When at last they finished George stood up. From his pocket he too a key which he dangled in front of my face. He leered. I knew exactly what it was. It was a key that would unlock my cock ring and give me relief.
He leered. “Bed.”
“Oh yes please I murmured.”
He grasped my hair, pulling me to my feet. Val did the same with Crystal and we were taken to separate bedrooms. The key was used to unlock my restraining cock ring. My little peenie immediately sprang to life. I lay on the bed on my front and allowing George to impale me with his strap on, his hands fondling my breasts. Every thrust was agony but with it pleasure as I felt my peenie become harder and harder. It had been two weeks since my statutory milking and I writhed on the bed in total ecstasy. I was totally in his power ,with the events of the evening as well I quickly produced the most amazing orgasm shrieking with passion as I came with what seemed to be an unstoppable flow of male passion juice
I rolled over on to my back allowing George to lower himself on my face so I could use my tongue to clean him in a final act of humiliation and debasement.
He grinned at me as I lay passively still quivering with desire. I knew I was now his, a toy to be used as males are always used by the dominant sex.
A pretty nightie was produced which I slipped on. It was short pink and totally see through hiding nothing. I spent the rest of the night in George’s arms wondering what the morning would bring.
In the next room, I had heard Crystal experiencing the same treatment as myself. I longed to talk to her and share the feelings I felt. Why did males have to suffer such treatment? Worse why did the enjoy it.
