Saturday Morning Femdom: His Surprise Suspension
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His Surprise Suspension
by Mike
I awoke slowly, my eyes fluttering open as I stretched out my limbs and yawned. The warmth of the sheets enveloped my naked body, a gentle reminder of the night spent in Geena’s bed. I blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess that clouded my mind.
My lips parted in a gasp as I recalled the wild, primal sex that had consumed us last night. Vivid images flashed through my mind like a movie reel – my face buried in her breasts, my tongue teasing and flicking her sensitive nipple while my hips thrust forward, driving my hard cock deeper into her. Geena was insatiable, a force of nature that demanded to be reckoned with. And I couldn’t resist being pulled into her world of untamed passion and insatiable desire.
“Geena?” I called out, hoping to hear her voice in response. But there was only silence. She must have slipped out of bed earlier without waking me up.
As I lay there thinking about her, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how different life had been since I arrived at State University and met Geena. She was exciting, adventurous, and wickedly sexy – everything I never knew I wanted until now. And I was more than happy to submit to her desires, letting her take complete control and guide me through our erotic journeys.
I playfully called out to Geena once more, hoping she would come back to bed with me. However, there was still no reply from her. As I laid there, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering aroma of our passionate lovemaking. The combination was intoxicating, a potent reminder of the wild and uninhibited sex we had just shared.
I couldn’t ignore my growing arousal, and my morning erection throbbed with anticipation. Giving in to the urge, I reached under the sheets and found my “little buddy” eagerly waiting for me. Running my hand up and down its length, I relished the warmth and firmness beneath my fingers. The thought of Geena’s touch fueled my desire, and I couldn’t help but continue to pleasure myself, each stroke sending waves through my body.
With a frustrated sigh, I uttered under my breath, “I wish you were here with me right now.” In my mind, I pictured her soft hands exploring my body instead of my own. My desire heightened as I used both hands to pleasure myself, building up even more intense sensations in my cock and balls. I could almost hear Geena’s alluring giggles in my head, urging me to continue.
But it wasn’t enough. As much as I enjoyed pleasuring myself, it paled in comparison to the ecstasy of being with Geena. Determined to find her and engage in some more playful activities, I rose from the bed, my naked body filled with purpose and longing. As I sat up and looked around the small room, I realized I wasn’t sure where my clothes were. “Eh, who needs ’em?” I thought with a grin, feeling a surge of boldness. Geena would probably appreciate the view anyway.
Sniffing my armpit, I decided I could definitely use a shower – but it could wait. After all, sex had a way of getting messy, and there was no point in cleaning up just to dive back into the lustful chaos. If this Saturday morning went anything like the last one, I’d be enjoying some breakfast pussy and covered in her juices within the next 10 minutes!
Reaching for my bong on the nightstand, I felt the familiar weight of it in my hand and couldn’t help but smile with anticipation. Packing a hefty bowl, I readied myself for the bliss that was soon to come.
As I took in a deep breath from the bong, the smoke filled my lungs and immediately relaxed me while heightening my senses. Holding the hit, I savored the feeling as I looked down at my throbbing member with pride. Geena always seemed to crave it, her eyes sparkling with desire as she teased me by grazing her lips against the tip before taking me into her warm, wet mouth.
Exhaling slowly, the smoke swirled around me like a seductive dance partner, urging me onward in my quest for euphoria. A surge of energy and excitement rushed through me, igniting an animalistic instinct that made me unable to think about anything except her body.
The combination of lust and the high from the bong left me feeling bold and reckless. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved towards the bedroom door, my hard cock leading the way like a divining rod seeking the source of my pleasure.
My mind raced with images of what we might do once I found her – the taste of her skin, the feel of her curves beneath my hands, the sounds she would make as she surrendered to our shared passion. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but I knew the reward would be well worth the wait.
“Ready or not, here I come,” I whispered, my determination fueled by the fire of desire burning within me.
As I walked out of the bedroom, my naked body moved with purpose and determination. I was entirely unprepared for the scene that confronted me as I stepped into Geena’s living room.
Geena, my girlfriend, was standing in front of me, wrapped in a bathrobe that struggled to contain her alluring body. She radiated sensuality and femininity with every step she took, appearing as a goddess among women. The thin fabric of the robe seemed almost futile against her seductive appeal, unable to hide her abundant curves. Like usual, I was mesmerized by her beauty.
But beside her stood Oz, our friend, dressed only in a pair of form-fitting white briefs that left very little to the imagination. The dim lighting of the room highlighted every defined muscle on his glistening body, coated in a thin layer of sweat. The briefs were like a second skin, hugging every curve and dip of his physique, showcasing the outline of his muscles and the impressive size of his manhood. Against his tanned skin, the pure whiteness of the fabric almost seemed angelic, adding an irresistible allure to his already alluring appearance.
They were both gripping onto a complex web of red ropes that twisted and turned throughout the room, each one carefully knotted with intricate patterns. The ropes all met at a central point, where they were securely attached to sturdy eyebolts embedded in the ceiling. A pulley system hung nearby, hinting at the possibility of someone being suspended from above. This was all new, and I was pretty sure who that someone was going to be.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As someone who prided themselves on being open-minded, I wasn’t one to shy away from my girlfriend’s unconventional desires. Yet, seeing her and our friend Oz in a state of undress, with ropes in their hands, left me feeling torn. Part of me was intrigued and excited, while another part felt confused and frustrated. And then there was the twinge of jealousy that I couldn’t quite ignore. It was a mix of emotions that left me feeling conflicted and unsure of how to react.
Geena and Oz stood facing each other like opposing forces, their bodies radiating with desire and passion. Their contrasting forms – her soft curves and his chiseled muscles – left me in awe. My eyes flickered between them, trying to understand just what the fuck was going on!
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Geena chirped, not even trying to hide her excitement. “Oz came over early to help me put up the new pulley and rope system. He’s teaching me some suspension techniques!”
“Morning little buddy,” Oz chimed in with a grin, giving me a playful wink. His eyes trailed down my body, making my heart race.
My face flushed with embarrassment as I suddenly remembered that I was completely naked. Worse still, Oz’s gaze had landed squarely on my morning erection. Panicking, I tried to cover myself by lowering the bong, but Oz just laughed.
“Hey little buddy no need to cover up for me! I love seeing Little Mikey, especially when he’s so excited to see me!” He casually grabbed the bong from my grip and asked, “You got the lighter?”
“Uh, yeah, here. Um, no he’s not excited for, I mean…” I handed him the lighter, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. It didn’t help that Geena and Oz seemed completely at ease, their near-naked bodies a stark contrast to my own discomfort.
As Oz sparked the lighter and took a hit from the bong, I could only come up with one question: “Ok, I get Oz came over to install whatever this is,” I stammered out, trying to regain some semblance of control, “but why does he have to be nearly naked?”
“Because it would be weird if I was totally naked with your girlfriend and you weren’t here!” Oz replied immediately as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Geena giggled at his response and then turned her attention back to me. “I wanted you to sleep in after our marathon night, but now that you’re awake, you can help.”
“Um, actually, I really need a shower,” I mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse to leave the room.
Before I could make a move, Oz grabbed me by the shoulder, leaned into me and took a deep sniff and declared, “No, you smell great! It’s like a mix of sweat, sex, and pot. Let’s do this!”
“Oz is right,” Geena agreed, her eyes dancing with mischief. “I love your morning smell.”
Mortified yet unable to resist Oz’s strong grip, I allowed myself to be shepherded to the center of the room. As we moved, I couldn’t help but remember some of the other times Oz had gotten his hands on me while I was restrained, adding to my nervousness.
“Alright,” Oz began, switching into instructor mode. “Geena, I’m going to walk you through how to tie up Mike here. First, we’ll start with his wrists.” He forcefully moved me into position, my arms pulled behind my back and kept a firm grip on me as if I might try to run away at any moment.
As Oz guided Geena through the process, she focused intently on her knots, her fingers deftly weaving the rope around my wrists, then my chest and upper arms. Another she wrapped around my legs. I couldn’t help but admire her determination even in this bizarre situation, but my appreciation was short-lived as Oz took advantage of my nakedness.
With a sly grin, he ran his hands along my body, touching me everywhere. My protests fell on deaf ears as Geena continued to concentrate on her knots, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort.
“Geena, can you please tell him to stop?” I pleaded, trying to catch her attention.
“Relax, Mike,” she replied, not looking up from her work. “Oz is just being Oz. Besides, it’s kind of hot watching you squirm.”
I groaned inwardly, feeling both exposed and oddly aroused by the entire situation. The combination of Geena’s focus on tying me up and Oz’s wandering hands was making my erection impossible to ignore.
“Alright, Geena,” Oz declared, stepping back to evaluate their handiwork. “It’s time to pull him up.”
I watched nervously as Geena moved to the pulley system Oz had installed earlier that morning. She took hold of the rope connected to my bindings and began to hoist me into the air. The feeling of my feet lifting off the ground made me feel vulnerable and powerless.
Of course my erection stood at full attention, adding to my vulnerability. Despite my frustration, “little Mikey” was betraying me.
“Good job, babe,” Geena said, as if I’d been the one who did the work. All I did was show up naked and stand there like a stoned, horney idiot with a hardon.
As Geena stepped back to admire her work, her eyes sparkled with pride.
“Let me just make a few adjustments,” Oz interjected, taking on the role of inspector. With one hand, he made minor tweaks to the ropes, ensuring they were tight and secure. Simultaneously, his other hand wandered down to my ass, teasingly running a finger around my hole.
“Come on, Oz!” I exclaimed, growing increasingly frustrated with his advances. “That’s enough!”
“Easy, Mike,” he replied with a chuckle as he pressed a finger further into my asshole. “Just making sure everything is perfect.”
My mind was in a frenzy, torn between the desire to break free from this surreal situation and the thrill of danger and uncertainty. Despite my reluctance, Oz’s touch sent electric tingles down my spine, intensifying my arousal. I knew without a doubt that I would do whatever Geena asked of me. Nothing could deter me from fulfilling her wishes, not even my own discomfort.
“Oz is just teasing, Mike,” Geena reassured me with a playful smile, glancing at Oz. “We both know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”
“Guilty as charged,” Oz confirmed, gripping my erection firmly in his hand. “See, it worked – Mikey has risen!”
I couldn’t help but muster up a sarcastic response, “How clever of you, Oz.” It’s challenging to maintain a sense of control when someone has tied you up and is holding on to your most sensitive area.
“Geena, you’ve really done a great job. Mike looks so hot like this,” Oz commented as he kept one hand on my cock and slowly pressed a finger into my asshole with the other. I tried to squirm away from his intrusive touch, but my bindings held me firmly in place.
Oz’s presence was overwhelming, and his fingers were no exception. It seemed like a whole fist was entering, but in reality it was just one of his large and elongated fingers.
“Seriously, Oz, stop it!” I protested, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. My frustration was evident, but neither Geena nor Oz seemed concerned by my objections. Instead, they both appeared to be enjoying my predicament.
“Okay, fine,” Oz gave in, pulling his finger out of my ass and giving my dick a rough, teasing pull. The sudden movement made me swing and I let out a sharp breath as my balance was thrown off. I could hear him chuckle at my response.
“Okay, Oz, that’s enough,” Geena interjected authoritatively. “It’s my turn to play with Mike now.”
Oz let out a sigh and reluctantly began to collect his clothes, his face showing signs of disappointment. I felt relieved when I realized Geena was sending him away so we could have some alone time. Don’t get me wrong, Oz was great company, but at that moment, I preferred to be alone with Geena. Especially since she had tied me up and who knows what she had planned for me next.
“Wait, Oz,” Geena said, stopping him in his tracks. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here… to watch.”
“Really?” Oz exclaimed, excitement lighting up his eyes as he dropped his clothes back onto the floor. He shot me a devilish grin that sent a shiver down my spine.
Geena’s words had stopped Oz in his tracks, but they also ignited a fire inside of me. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level. “You’re not actually going to let him stay here and watch us?”
Geena smirked, her eyes flickering with amusement at my frustration. “Of course I am, Mike,” she purred, walking over to me and running her fingers through my hair. I could feel Oz’s eyes burning into me as Geena pulled my head up by my hair to look me straight in the eyes. “I want him to see just how good you are at taking my punishments.”
The thought of him watching us made my stomach churn.
“Geena, I don’t want Oz to stay and watch!” I protested, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. My voice sounded so small compared to the intensity of the situation.
“Sweetie, I don’t want to hear it,” Geena replied sweetly, her auburn hair framing her face like a halo. “I have work to do.” She turned her attention to Oz, who stood grinning in anticipation. “Oz, be a dear and take off your shorts, then stuff them in Mike’s mouth.”
Oz obeyed without hesitation, pulling down his briefs and releasing his cock. It was an impressive sight – every time I saw it, it seemed to have grown even bigger. The thought made me feel a strange mixture of envy and curiosity.
“Open wide, little buddy,” Oz taunted as he approached me with his briefs in hand. I clenched my jaw, but Geena placed a gentle hand on my cheek, encouraging me to comply. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, allowing Oz to force his underwear past my lips. The taste of cotton mixed with Oz’s sweat and pre-cum was strong and overwhelming, causing me to feel a mixture of disgust and excitement. The fabric was dry and slightly scratchy against my tongue, but the salty taste of Oz’s arousal was undeniable. It coated my mouth and lingered on my taste buds, adding to my vulnerability and humiliation. Yet at the same time, a part of me couldn’t deny the strange arousal that came with following Oz’s command and submitting to Geena’s wishes.
I couldn’t believe Geena was doing this to me, but a part of me found it strangely arousing.
“Good boy,” Geena cooed, patting my head affectionately.
“Yeah, Good boy Mike!” Oz repeated, making a point of patting my head too – only unlike Geena’s soft affectionate touch, Oz’s was rough, playful, and left no question – he was enjoying this way too much!
“Oz, sit down right here,” Geena instructed as she placed a kitchen chair just under me. Oz took a seat, his erection pointing directly at my face and his head level with mine. With one swift motion, Geena grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, making me wince in pain and forcing us to lock eyes.
“Listen carefully, Mike,” Geena said softly, her sweet tone contrasting with the rough treatment I was receiving. “I’m going to fuck you with Oz’s copycock, and I want you to look him in the eyes while I do it. Understand?”
A “Copycock” was a product Geena’s friend Wendy has been creating. She takes an impression of a guy’s erect penis, then she creates a to-scale replica that can be used as a dildo. This won’t be the first time I’ve been fucked with the copycock Geena has of Oz, in fact, it won’t even be the first time he’s watched me!
I tried, but of course, I couldn’t respond with my mouth full of Oz’s briefs. I managed a faint, resigned nod. Geena seemed pleased with my submission, and she turned her attention to Oz.
“Start stroking yourself, Oz,” she ordered. Oz complied immediately, grinning wickedly as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to move it up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t help but watch, feeling a mixture of fascination and dread as I wondered just what Geena had planned for me. My heart raced, and my own cock throbbed with anticipation.
“Keep your eyes on Oz, baby,” Geena reminded me gently. “You’re doing so well.”
I swallowed hard and forced myself to maintain eye contact with Oz, whose grin only grew wider as he continued to stroke himself. A part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening, but my body betrayed my arousal – and there was no denying the fact that I was completely at Geena’s mercy.
“Ready for the main event, baby?” Geena asked me sweetly as she lubed up the copycock. I watched, wide-eyed, as her nimble fingers slickened the lifelike replica of Oz’s impressive member.
“Remember, don’t break eye contact with Oz while I’m fucking you,” she instructed, her voice gentle but firm. I couldn’t help but feel a bit taken aback by her assertive demeanor, but I did as she asked and held my head up so I could look Oz in the eye.
As Geena positioned the dildo at my entrance, I felt a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability wash over me. The sensation of the cool, slick lube against my exposed hole sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan through Oz’s underwear still stuffed in my mouth.
“Here we go, baby,” Geena cooed, and with that, she began to press the copycock into me.
The initial stretch was intense, and I couldn’t help but wince at the intrusion. But as my body adjusted to accommodate the size of the dildo, the discomfort gave way to a strange mix of pleasure and humiliation. It was undeniably erotic to be so completely filled by this clone of Oz’s dick while he watched, stroking his own cock just inches from my face.
As Geena picked up the pace, thrusting the dildo into me with increasing force, I struggled to maintain eye contact with Oz. His eyes were locked on mine, his grin only growing wider as he continued to stroke himself. The knowledge that he was reveling in my submission only added to my sense of shame, yet I couldn’t deny that there was something incredibly arousing about the entire situation.
“Doing great, Mike,” Oz teased, his voice low and sultry as he continued to watch me get fucked by the replica of his own cock. “You look so pretty like this, with my cock in your ass, don’t you think?”
I couldn’t respond, but I knew he was right. And as much as I wanted to deny it, there was a part of me that loved every moment of this humiliating experience – all because it was Geena who orchestrated it, and she had complete control over me. And that was the most thrilling part of all.
Suddenly, I let out a muffled squeal of surprise as Geena flipped a switch on the dildo, causing it to vibrate. The new sensation caught me off guard, sending shivers down my spine and intensifying the pleasure.
“Like that, baby? Wendy made a new version with a built-in vibrator,” Geena explained sweetly, her voice dripping with authority. “Do you like it?”
My eyes watered as I tried to form a coherent response through Oz’s underwear still stuffed in my mouth. All I could manage was a garbled moan, which seemed to amuse Oz even more. He chuckled before saying, “Hey, I want to try getting fucked by my vibrating dick! I bet that feels amazing!”
Geena shot him a stern look, silently telling him to stay in character. He smirked and returned his focus to me, continuing to stroke himself as he stared into my eyes.
“Geena asked you a question, little buddy. She wants to know how it feels getting fucked by my vibrating cock. Aren’t you going to answer?” Oz said sternly, his voice deep and commanding. Frustrated, I tried to mumble something, but it only came out as an incoherent mess.
Oz laughed and pointed to the long stream of pre-cum that had formed a trail from the tip of my dick down to the floor. “I think he likes it,” he declared mockingly, clearly enjoying my humiliation.
As Geena continued to fuck me with the vibrating dildo, I couldn’t help but feel both mortified and aroused by the situation. The mix of intense pleasure and the shame of being so exposed in front of Oz was a potent combination that threatened to overwhelm me. And yet, under Geena’s control, I would endure anything to please her.
“Baby, let’s show Oz what a big boy you are,” Geena whispered as she pushed the dildo deep inside me one more time and left it there, still vibrating. My eyes widened in terror as she grabbed the bamboo rod, my least favorite of her tools. The stings from that thing hurt so much, and I knew what was coming next.
Geena flashed me a mischievous smile, her eyes dancing with anticipation. “Are you ready?” she asked playfully, even though she knew the answer already. I vigorously shook my head no, but it was too late. She swung the rod, and the tip collided with my backside with a loud crack. My body reacted instinctively, clenching tightly around the vibrating toy inside of me, intensifying the sensation beyond measure.
My muffled scream filled the room as the pain radiated through my body. Each subsequent smack sent shivers down my spine, leaving red marks on my skin that matched the red ropes binding me.
“Looking good, little buddy!” Oz called out. “Those marks really match the ropes, don’t they?” He winked at me, clearly enjoying every moment of my torment.
As Geena continued to strike me with the bamboo rod, I tried to focus on the pleasure provided by the vibrating dildo still lodged inside me. But every impact made it harder to focus, my mind reeling between pain and pleasure. Still, I clung onto the desire to please Geena, willing myself to endure this for her sake.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Geena cooed, taking a brief pause from her relentless assault. I nodded as best as I could with the underwear still restricting my speech, tears welling up in my eyes. The mix of emotions coursing through me was overwhelming, but I refused to break under their weight.
Geena’s stern voice broke through my thoughts, reminding me to keep my gaze fixed on Oz. With a huff, I shifted my eyes back to him and saw the desire growing in his own gaze. He smirked at me, his hand moving even faster over his impressive erection, which was pointed directly at my face.
“Remember, Mike,” he taunted, “this is all for Geena’s pleasure.” And with that thought in mind, I braced myself.
Geena’s strikes increased in intensity, and I could feel my body reaching its limit. My thoughts raced with fear and anxiety as the pain became almost unbearable. This wasn’t our usual playful dynamic – it felt like she was pushing me to new extremes. I had endured her marks before, but this time seemed different; my body must be a mess by now.
“Geena,” I mumbled through the gag, desperately trying to communicate my distress. She didn’t seem to hear me or perhaps chose to ignore my plea, her eyes fixated on Oz and my trembling body.
Without warning, she shifted her aim, landing a series of quick, harsh blows across my torso. The unexpected change in target elicited muffled screams from me, the pain spreading like wildfire across my chest. My head dropped, unable to maintain eye contact with Oz any longer.
“Hey, little buddy,” Oz said, reaching out to roughly pull my hair and force my head back up, “didn’t Geena tell you not to look away?” His grin was sadistic, his eyes locked onto mine as he continued stroking himself.
“Oz is right, Mike,” Geena chimed in, her sweet tone contrasting with her violent actions. “You should always obey me.”
Humiliated and struggling to cope with the overwhelming sensations, I tried to focus on Oz’s eyes through my tears, searching for some semblance of sympathy. But all I saw was his amusement, his cock throbbing as he increased the speed of his strokes.
“Please…” I managed through a muffled whisper, unable to form any other words as tears streamed down my face. I knew I had to endure this for Geena’s pleasure, but I couldn’t help but wonder how much more I could take.
“Mike, are you doing okay?” Geena asked, her voice soft with genuine concern. My muffled response could hardly escape through the underwear still lodged in my mouth, and I blinked back tears as I tried to maintain eye contact with Oz. The sound of my muffled voice and choked sobs was broken by Oz’s low chuckle and Geena’s amused giggles.
“Oz, be a doll and remove your shorts from Mike’s mouth, would you?” she requested sweetly.
Oz leaned forward, one hand gripping my hair tightly as he took his other hand off his own cock. He brought it up to my face, wiping a bit of his precum onto my nose before reaching for the underwear that silenced me. As he pulled them out, I gasped for air, a desperate plea for relief, but it only served to further entertain Oz.
As soon as could muster it, I spit out a loud “FUCK!” in response to the last few minutes of torment. The word echoed through the room, leaving an undeniable tension as we all paused, taking in the scene that had just unfolded.
“Well baby, I hope you got that out of your system,” Geena said, her words sweet but the meaning behind them undeniable. And just as suddenly as she had stopped, Geena was using her instrument of pain on me again.
“JESUS FUCKING FUCK FUCK!” I yelled, as Geena suddenly shifted her aim. The rod whistled through the air and landed firmly on my erect penis several times in quick succession. My whole body jolted erratically as I was uncontrollably unleashing a string of explicit curses.
“Hey!” Oz boomed, grabbing my hair again with his free hand. “You don’t yell at Geena like that!”
I couldn’t hold back the sobs, tears streaming down my face as the burning pain in my cock intensified. “I’m sorry, Geena,” I choked out, my voice barely audible under the weight of Oz’s grip. “Please, forgive me, Mistress.”
Geena’s expression softened for just a moment, her eyes flickering with genuine concern. But she quickly masked it, maintaining her dominant demeanor. She knew how much I had submitted to her, and it was important to both of us that she stayed in control.
“Apology accepted,” she said coolly, her voice dripping with sensuality. Part of me still couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was my girlfriend, her gentle femdom style sending shivers down my spine.
As Geena continued her onslaught, landing her cruel cane on my body, leaving her marks everywhere, Oz continued stroking himself. I tried, I really did, but I struggled to keep my eyes locked with his. I had already slipped into a state of “subspace,” where the sensations and emotions overwhelmed me and reality faded away. My body began to feel heavy as I started to lose consciousness. Oz, who is well-versed in both dominant and submissive roles, grew worried and broke character once again.
“You doing okay, little buddy?” Oz asked, dropping his domineering tone for a sympathetic one. It was clear he felt bad for me and wanted to provide some comfort. My heart swelled with gratitude at this rare display of his caring nature.
“Uh-huh,” I replied weakly, coming out of my trance and trying to focus. I was still trembling from the pain but thankful for Oz’s momentary show of compassion.
“Ahem,” Geena cleared her throat, a gentle reminder that we were in the midst of an intense scene, and Oz needed to stay in character. I could see the corners of her lips lifting into a smile, clearly amused by his concern for me.
“Right, right,” Oz said, snapping back to his dominant persona. “Now listen up, Mike. You need to take your caning like a man, not a little sissy boy. Got it?” He gave me a stern look, awaiting my response.
“Easy for you to say,” I retorted, frustration creeping back into my voice. “I bet you would scream too if it was you!”
“Is that so?” Oz responded, raising an eyebrow. He stood up dramatically, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape across the floor. Grinning widely, he spread his arms wide as if inviting Geena to use her rod on him, his chest puffed out with pride. “Well then, let’s see about that, shall we?”
My pupils dilated in realization of what was about to occur. I would not only witness Geena putting Oz in his rightful place, but it also meant that my body would finally get some respite from the constant focus of Geena’s rod.
Geena’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned her attention to Oz, clearly relishing the opportunity presented. She wielded the bamboo rod expertly, bringing it down several times in quick succession across Oz’s hardened chest, leaving angry red welts behind. Not satisfied, she aimed lower, striking his thighs with the same rapid, powerful motions. Oz stood there stoically, not even wincing at the pain.
“Alright,” she said, pausing briefly to adjust her aim. “Let’s see how you handle this.” With that, she landed three solid impacts on Oz’s dick, each one causing me to wince in sympathetic pain.
To my amazement, Oz stood strong and firm, barely making a noise. He only shirked slightly at each painful impact to his cock, but otherwise remained silent and stoic. I couldn’t help but feel impressed – and maybe a little envious – of his endurance.
“Wow,” Geena breathed, equally impressed by Oz’s fortitude. She looked over at me, smirking playfully. “See, Mike? You’ll be able to do that someday too. Just need a bit more practice, is all.”
Oz returned to his seat, a proud grin over his face as he sat down gingerly. As he settled back into place, I couldn’t help but notice the red marks on his body, especially on his now tender cock. If Oz looked like that after just a few strikes, I shuddered to think how bad my own body must appear.
“Alright, let’s continue,” Geena commanded, turning her focus back to me.
-FIVE-
The room seemed to spin as pain surged through my body. Geena’s rod landed another stinging strike across my flesh, her auburn curls bouncing with each movement. I couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in this dominant role, despite the torment to my poor body. Gasping for air, I whispered to her, “Geena, I can’t… no more… need this to end…”
“Are you using your safeword, baby?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. She didn’t pause her actions though, continuing to bring her rod down on my already sensitive skin. A new wave of red marks bloomed on my body, making me wince.
My mind raced as I considered it. My pride had always kept me from using the safeword. It felt like admitting defeat, and I never wanted to disappoint Geena. With gritted teeth, I forced out a response. “No, I’m not using it.”
“No, what?” Geena corrected me.
“No Mistress,” I replied.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Geena said, smirking deviously. “As soon as Oz shoots his load, we can stop.” Her tone was teasing yet reassuring.
My gaze followed hers, landing on Oz who had resumed pleasuring himself. His cock was aimed directly at me again, and I couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight. It was long and thick, pulsing with each stroke of his hand. The tip was slick with precum, glistening in the dim light of the room. Looking down at that thing, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and fascination as it aimed right at my face, like a dangerous weapon ready to shoot its load. “Oz… are you close?” I managed to croak out through my dry throat.
His grin grew wider as his eyes locked onto mine. “Maybe,” he drawled playfully, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “But I’m not sure.” He was enjoying this, watching me take one impact after another, desperate for my treatment to come to an end.
I bit my lip, realizing that I had no choice but to beg Oz. “Please,” I implored, trying to keep my voice steady, “please shoot your load.”
“Look me in the eye, Mike,” Oz commanded as he continued stroking himself. “Tell me how much you’re impressed by my cock.”
Swallowing my pride, I muttered, “Your cock… it’s impressive.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I couldn’t deny the truth of them.
Oz’s grin widened even more, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You need to do better than that, Mike. I want to hear how much you love my cock.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “I love your cock, Oz.”
“Good boy,” Oz purred, thoroughly enjoying my humiliation. “Now tell me what you love about it.”
My face burned with embarrassment as I forced myself to describe aspects of Oz’s cock that I “loved” – its size, its girth, the way it curved slightly upward. Each word felt like a betrayal, but I knew this was the only way to bring an end to this torment.
“And tell me Mike, have you craved my spunk since you tasted it a while ago?” Oz was referring to my unwilling actions after being the loser in a game of Trivial Pursuit with Geena and her friend.
“NO!” I yelled.
“Come on, don’t hold back little buddy. I want to hear all about how much you crave my cum,” Oz taunted with his signature smirk. I knew he wouldn’t let me off the hook that easily.
“Fine, Oz. I love your cum. It tasted amazing when I had a sample. Your cum is like no other. Now please, just fucking release it already!” I was beyond begging at this point.
“Good boy,” Oz praised, clearly satisfied with my response. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breathing becoming more ragged as he approached climax. Meanwhile, I endured the pain and humiliation, pleading for him to finally give in and let his load go.
“Almost there, Mike,” Oz murmured, his voice strained with effort as he continued to stroke himself faster. Meanwhile, Geena’s onslaught showed no signs of stopping, her smile growing wider as she reveled in my humiliation. I gritted my teeth and braced myself for the inevitable.
“Mike, when I cum, I’m going to shoot my load all over your face,” Oz announced, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to protest.
“Oz, NO!” I pleaded, desperation clawing at me from within. But my pleas only seemed to spur them on further.
“Now Mike, be my good boy and obey Oz” Geena chimed in, increasing the intensity of her caning. She resumed fucking my ass hard and fast with the dildo she had left lodged within me, forcing a choked gasp from my lips.
“Okay, yes,” I relented quickly, my previous defiance crumbling under the relentless assault of sensations. “Just… just hurry up, Oz.”
“Tell me what you want, Mike,” Oz demanded, his taunting tone making it clear he wanted to hear me beg for it.
“Please, Oz,” I choked out, my vision blurring with tears of pain and humiliation, “cum. Please shoot your big load on my face. Oz, I need your cum now!”
My desperate begging seemed to put Oz over the edge. With a guttural groan, he shot his huge load straight up into the air, and his perfect aim ensured it splashed into my face. The force of the impact surprised me; I knew it was coming, but the intensity still caught me off guard. His warm cum splattered across my skin – in my eye, streaking through my hair, and even making its way past my lips and into my mouth.
“Ugh,” I coughed, struggling not to gag on the salty taste that filled my mouth.
Geena laughed, her eyes alight with wicked glee. “Oh, baby, that was perfect!” she exclaimed as she pulled the dildo out of my ass in one swift motion. She leaned in close, her face inches from mine, her sweet breath mingling with the scent of Oz’s cum. “You’re such a good boy, Mike.”
“Oz,” Geena said, gesturing towards my cum-covered face, “would you be a dear and clean him up for me while I lower him?” Her tone was light, but her words were an order, not a request.
“Of course, Mistress,” Oz replied, standing up and towering over me. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my face fully. With a devilish grin, Oz began to lick his own cum off my face, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. As he pulled away, he let out a satisfied “Mmm” before releasing his grip on my hair. I was afraid if I yelled he would take the opportunity to stick his tongue down my throat, so I just clenched my teeth.
As Geena lowered me to the floor, my body ached, and I felt a mix of disgust and utter exhaustion washing over me. But despite it all, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing I had endured this trial for Geena, the woman who held my heart in her hands.
As I lay there on the couch, my body aching and still tingling from the intense session, I couldn’t help but marvel at the damage Geena had inflicted upon me. The marks from her cane were like an intricate, albeit painful, roadmap across my flesh – each welt telling a story of its own. A few of the deeper ones even bled slightly, adding a touch of crimson to the tapestry. The tight ropes that bound me earlier had also left their mark, with deep grooves etched into my skin.
“Ouch,” I winced softly as Geena dabbed at one of the cuts with a damp cloth. She’d put her robe back on after our wild adventure, although she was still naked underneath. One of her irresistible breasts peeked out from the silky fabric, seemingly begging for attention.
“Sorry, babe,” she murmured, continuing to gently clean my wounds. “I got a little carried away, I guess.”
“Carried away” was an understatement. But I wasn’t complaining. Despite the pain, I knew it was all part of the thrill, and I wouldn’t trade our experiences together for anything. Besides, Geena always took good care of me afterwards, just like she was doing now.
“Your body is like a beautiful canvas, Mike,” she mused, admiring her handiwork. “A testament to our passion.”
“Quite the artistic masterpiece, huh?” I joked, trying to ignore the sting as she wiped Oz’s cum off my face and out of my hair. The TV was playing Saturday morning cartoons in the background, providing a bizarrely innocent contrast to the debauchery that had just transpired.
“Absolutely,” Geena grinned, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Now, hold still. This might hurt a bit.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I thought to myself, bracing for the inevitable sting. But I trusted Geena implicitly, and with every tender touch, our connection only grew stronger.
As I lay there, my head cradled in Geena’s soft lap, the sound of footsteps approaching made me turn my gaze towards the doorway. Oz emerged from the kitchen, still naked and unabashedly confident, carrying a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. He set them down on the table within my reach, flashing me a sly grin.
“Figured you could use some sustenance, little buddy,” he said, winking at me before grabbing a bong from the nearby shelf. With practiced ease, he lit the herb and filled the large chamber with dense smoke. Handing it to me, he added, “And something to take the edge off.”
“Thanks, man,” I said, accepting the bong and taking a long hit, clearing the chamber as the warm, soothing sensation washed over me. I couldn’t deny that Oz was a pretty good guy, despite his penchant for pushing my boundaries.
“Feelin’ better?” Geena asked, her fingers tracing gentle circles on my chest.
“Much better,” I sighed, my body starting to relax as the pain slowly faded into the background. My mind began to wander, and I found myself reflecting on my situation. I was incredibly lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend like Geena, who had opened up a whole new world of pleasure and experiences for me. She was truly one of a kind, and every day with her felt like a new adventure.
“Geena, babe, I love you so much,” I murmured, looking into her eyes, sparkling with mischief and affection.
“I love you too, Mike,” she replied, her voice tender and sincere.
“Hey, buddy,” Oz chimed in, catching my eye. “You did a great job up there. I can’t wait to get to play with you again.” Then he turned to Geena, “Hey, can I try the vibrating Oz copycock next?”
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