by Nelson, P
“They won’t be alone, we’ll be with them,” Flynn announced from his other side.
“This isn’t hockey; I don’t need a whole fucking team to score here.” Dillon felt his temper rising.
“Fucking relax,” Flynn swore at him. “Can’t we support our friend?” Dillon swivelled his head and looked at Flynn.
“Sorry for being a dick,” Dillon replied before looking back at the door leading to the ladies’ changing room. “I’m just….”
“Doing fine. Nerves are normal. Although I still think it was more prudent to do this on a less busy evening,” Calla interrupted.
“I’m ready.” Dillon insisted as he took a long breath. His eye caught the door to the ladies’ changing room opening, and he turned his full attention on the two women who entered the dungeon floor their arms linked together. They both wore matching grins as they spotted him, but that was all that matched. Misty was at least a foot taller than Hartley with her willowy build and short hair. Hartley took a quick look up at one of her play partners for the evening, her long black hair falling down her back. Dillon felt the familiar excitement build up in him.
“I sure hope so because those two subs look like trouble,” Gaige commented; appreciation laced his voice.
Dillon licked his suddenly dry lips as both subs came to a standstill in front of him. “I sure hope so.” He followed both their bodies as they sank into their slave poses in front of him. He felt his chest expand, and he widened his stance. His cock kicked up at the front of his leathers even though it would be some time before he had the opportunity to sink it into either one of these beauties.
“How are my two beautiful girls this evening?” Dillon asked as he stepped in between them and placed a hand on each of their heads. Each of them sighed at his touch, and he knew he made the right decision. The three of them had discussed the evening’s scene endlessly. Misty had participated in scenes with multiple partners before, but Hartley had never done one with a woman. She was curious though, and her enthusiasm was contagious. Right now, Dillon could practically feel her vibrating under his hand.
“Good, Master.” Misty replied.
“Very good, Master,” Hartley added. Their responses had Dillon’s heart rate jumping.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He stepped back to where his friends were standing and watching the scene unfold. “Stand up because we’re going to have some fun this evening,” he announced, and both girls looked up at him with expectant looks on their faces. They wanted him to bring them pleasure through his dominance, and he knew that each of them on their own could gift him her submission. Peeling back the layers of their resistance together would bring each one a greater release and himself a chance to fulfil a dark fantasy.
Misty stood waiting with her hands behind her back, her small breasts encased in a full nylon body stocking. Hartley also wore a full body stocking, but hers were fishnet and her sweet nipples poked through the string. Dillon held out his arms to each of them, and they stepped forward. He made sure to snuggle each one protectively in his embrace before walking slowly towards the stage that he and Gaige set up earlier.
Dillon blocked out the glances and stares of the rest of the crowd and focused on the reactions of his subs. Misty was confident under his right arm. She was an experienced sub. For Hartley, on the other hand, even though she had played with him before, this was their first public scene together. He had explained that normally his scenes attracted a certain amount of attention, and she needed to decide whether that was attention she wanted. She had assured him she could handle it, but he was prepared to cut the scene short if she displayed any signs she wasn’t enjoying it.
They approached the stage where two spanking benches had been set up in the middle of the platform. Dillon helped each one of his girls up and led them to where the table with his implements were waiting for his use. Gaige stood to the rear of the stage where a large chalkboard had been set up. Misty and Hartley’s names were written on the board in the style of a scorecard. A growing crowd stood around the platform, and Dillon fed off their energy. This is where he belonged. Tiffany had tried to take this feeling from him and strip away his dominance with her little games, but it was here, waiting for him all along. With a smile, he faced the crowd. This was what he craved.
“Masters and Mistresses, subs alike.” Dillon addressed the crowd and a surge of adrenaline shot through him at the little cheer they gave. “It’s been a while since I graced you all with a public scene.” A couple of Doms and Dommes shouted that it had been too damn long. Dillon let a grin spread across his face. “The fact is it’s been so long that I have two naughty subs to discipline.” The crowd reacted with low groans of admonishment for his two subs. Misty and Hartley stared at the floor doing their best to appear contrite. Hartley was having the hardest time of the two keeping the excitement off her face.
“Tonight, my naughty subs are going to have a contest to see who gets to suck their Master’s cock.” A cheer rose from the crowd. This is what they wanted and craved. The kinksters of The Cage wanted to see what crazy punishments and games other Doms could think up to torture their subs. “Each one will have an equal opportunity to win. I will be dressing both of my subs up with these.” Dillon held up the U-shaped vibrators that would fill each girl’s pussy and anus. The crowd held their collective breath as they waited for further details. “Whichever sub reaches five orgasms first will be graced with my cock between her lips. Master Gaige will help me keep score.” At this announcement, the crowd cheered, and Gaige stepped up on stage and stood near the chalkboard.
His showmanship work completed for the moment, he turned back to Misty and Hartley. They both had flushed cheeks, and their breathing had turned shallow. The sight of them both aroused and excited was enough to force him to adjust the front of his leathers. He stood in front of them and focused his attention on Misty.
“Are you ready to play tonight, sub?” He asked while reaching a hand out to cup her face. She pressed her cheek into his hand as she smiled at him.
“Yes, Master,” she replied obediently.
“What’s your safe word?” Dillon asked.
“My safe word this evening is red.” Misty replied before adding, “yellow if I want the scene to pause and green to keep going.”
“Good girl.” Dillon tilted his head forward and brushed his lips against hers before she opened them, and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted perfect, and he groaned as she rubbed her tongue along his and tried to suck him further into her body. He broke away and gave her a swat on the ass. “Naughty sub.” She only grinned back at him.
Turning his attention to Hartley, he noticed her eyes were bright after watching his exchange with Misty. This was good. He needed to make sure she felt comfortable playing with both of them. There was no place for jealousy or hurt feelings in this scene.
“Are you ready to play, sub?” he asked her as he stepped in close.
“Yes, Master.” Hartley’s nipples had hardened through the straining fishnet and looked utterly delectable.
“What is your safe word, sub?” Dillon asked her as he watched her features carefully.
“Red is my safe word, yellow to halt and green to continue.” Hartley was practically dancing on her tiptoes with nervous energy.
“Good girl.” Dillon praised and pressed his lips to her mouth in a searing kiss. Hartley’s breath nearly stopped, and Dillon had to pull away to remind her to breathe. He brushed a finger over her lips once and decided he needed to calm her first. He held out his hand. Hartley stared at it for a second before she took it. Dillon led her to the front of the stage and turned her so that she was facing the chalkboard.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” he instructed. Hartley didn’t hesitate at the command in his voice. She dutifully bent at the waist and grabbed onto her ankles making her face peek out between her legs, and her gorgeous tits brush against her chin. The flesh of her ass pressed against the fishnet of the stockin
gs creating lines in her skin. Dillon heard a couple of groans from the crowd and knew his fellow perverts were as invested in his sub as he.
“You’ve got a fucking gorgeous ass, sub.” Dillon grabbed onto her ass cheeks hard and massaged the flesh. “Shall we show them what they’re missing?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Master,” Hartley responded from her upside-down position. Dillon merely grabbed onto each side of the stocking and used brute strength to rip the material apart. He stepped aside and let the crowd look at the pretty white globes of her ass along with the hint of her pink slit. Dillon reached down and laid a finger at the top of her ass crack and slowly slid it down over her puckered rosette and down farther through her pussy.
“You’re fucking sopping for me already, sub.” He pushed a finger inside of Hartley’s channel and pumped in and out a few times.
“Because I want to suck Master’s cock.” Hartley’s breasts slightly muffled her reply.
“Good sub.” Dillon praised as he raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Up you get.” He commanded as he held out a hand to steady Hartley. Gently guiding her towards one of the spanking benches, he motioned her to get up onto the apparatus. Her head would face the chalkboard, giving the audience a full view of her womanly assets.
Hartley straddled the leather-clad wooden bench and laid her torso down on the padding. Her bountiful breasts hung on either side of the main bench while her knees rested on the steps on either side. Dillon walked to the front of the bench and motioned for her to stretch her arms out in front of her. He took a length of rope from the table and wound it around her wrists several times before knotting it in place. Once this was finished he pushed her elbows back until they rested on the edge of the steps where her knees her placed. Moving back around, he secured each of her ankles to the bench.
“Where are you, sub?” Dillon asked as he used his hand to turn her head so she was facing the other bench. Part of the stimulation of this scene was the competition between the two subs. They needed to see one another to push themselves to win.
“Green, Master,” Hartley replied with her steady, grey eyes.
“Good girl.” Dillon gave both of her ass cheeks a kiss. He turned his attention to Misty who stood watching the whole scene raptly.
“Come, girl.” Dillon pointed to the spot in front of him. “Bend over and hang onto your ankles.”
“Yes, Master.” Misty gave her hips a bit of a swing as she walked over to him, even licking her lips provocatively before swinging forward. Dillon caught her wink at the crowd as she peered at them through her legs.
“You are one naughty sub, Misty.” Dillon grabbed the thin black nylon of the stocking and tore it apart to display her taut ass and wet pussy. He gave her a couple of open-handed smacks to her vulnerable slit, and she jumped in surprise. “Bad girls get punished, Misty, but because I know you enjoy it so much, you’ll have to wait until the game is over for some disciplinary spankings if you continue to behave like a brat.”
“I’ll be a good little sub,” Misty promised, and the chuckle rippling through the crowd meant everyone knew she was lying.
“Stand up and get on the bench, sub.” Dillon didn’t bother to help Misty up as she playfully waved her ass at the crowd and sauntered over to the bench. She climbed up like an expert with her knees resting on the step and her hands held out for him to bind.
Misty’s playful manner up on the stage had settled Hartley and the two women stared at one another while resting their cheeks on the leather padding. Dillon set to work binding Misty in the same manner as Hartley. When he finished, he surveyed his work and rested a hand on Misty’s short curls.
“Where are you, sub?” he asked quietly.
“Green, Master,” She replied looking him straight in the eyes. He smiled back and turned to the crowd and addressed them.
“Look at these two fine asses and pussies I get to have my wicked way with this evening.” He settled a hand on each girl and squeezed hard, eliciting a dual squeal from them. The crowd roared in approval, and Dillon felt his cock tighten against his leathers as he enjoyed their attention. There was no hint of the panic or the cold sweats he had endured when he played with Arianna only a couple of months before. Now he was in the moment as he went back to the table and picked up lube and one of the pink U-shaped vibrators.
Standing to the side of Hartley’s exposed ass to give the crowd the best view. Setting the vibrator on the top of her back, Dillon spread lube on two fingers and inserted them into Hartley’s pussy. She moaned and pushed back on his hand, making Dillon smile. He withdrew his fingers and added more lube to his fingers before holding the lube bottle high over her anus and letting a large dollop splatter on the puckered pink flesh. He groaned as she squeezed her ass cheeks together at the coolness of the lube.
“Don’t even think about keeping me out of this little jewel,” Dillon warned as he worked two fingers into her ass. Hartley moaned and begged for him to keep going as he stretched the muscles wide with a scissor motion. “You’re doing so well, little sub.” Dillon concentrated on her ass as he picked up the pink torture device and withdrew his fingers. Hartley cried out in disappointment, and he spanked her hard on each of her ass cheeks. “All in good time, sub.” He used the lube to coat both ends of the pink U-shaped vibrator before setting the almost empty tube on her back.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure, sub.” He assured her as he placed one blunt end at her anus and the other angled towards her pussy. With steady pressure, he breached the outer ring of muscle of her asshole and pushed the larger side of the vibe deep into her pussy. Hartley stilled at the invasion. “That is a very pretty sight,” Dillon remarked as he walked up to the table in between the girls’ heads. “Where are you, Hartley?” He asked directly as he threw away the lube bottle and wiped his hands clean.
“Green, Master.” Hartley looked up at him with clear eyes.
“Good girl.” Dillon picked up another tube of lube and the remaining U-shaped vibrator from the table. He looked down at Misty. “Your turn, naughty sub.” Misty smiled up at him and wriggled her ass. He went to work in the same manner as he had with Hartley, paying special attention to Misty’s ass to make sure the vibrator slotted easily inside of her. Once he finished with her and as he wiped his hand clean, he asked the same question. “Where are you, Misty?”
“Green, Master, and ready to win your cock,” she added with a salacious lick around her lips.
“Naughty girl.” Dillon admonished with a smile. He picked up two remote controls and held them up so the crowd could see. “Every time they have an orgasm, a point will be awarded under their names on the blackboard tally. With every orgasm comes a faster speed on the vibe,” he announced. “If the vibrator falls from the sub, she’s automatically disqualified, and the sub with the remaining vibe wins.” He gave each girl a look as he said the rest of the rules. “Should one of you fake an orgasm to win, and I catch you,” he shook his head solemnly, “consider your ass not only mine, but the property of any Dom or Domme standing in the crowd.” Each of the girl’s eyes widened for a minute.
“Should we begin?” Dillon asked the crowd as he let the girls prepare for the ordeal to come. Holding the remote controls in his hands, Dillon counted down, and the crowd joined him. “Five, four, three, two, one.” He pressed down on the vibe controls and the bits of rubbery plastic inserted into the bottoms and pussies of each girl sprang to life.
Dillon watched as they clenched down on the vibes to keep them within their bodies. Misty wore a look of concentration as she tried to move her ass around in circles to get extra stimulation from the spanking bench. Hartley, on the other hand, froze with half-closed eyes as she concentrated on the feeling of the vibrations.
It only took a minute longer for Hartley to buck her hips and shout out. Her legs squeezed against the spanking bench and Dillon pointed to Gaige. He used a piece of chalk to draw a vertical line underneath Hartley’s name. The cro
wd cheered, and a few people started to chant Misty’s name to help her along. Dillon flicked the switch on Hartley’s remote control to set the vibrator faster.
Misty cried out, and Dillon threw his hand in the air. The crowd cheered as he sped up her vibrator, and Gaige gave her a much-deserved point. Dillon crouched down in between the two girls and watched the look of concentration on each of their faces. The crowd continued to chant their names.
“Which one of you thinks she has the right to choke my cock down their throat?” Dillon asked as he reached up and brushed a hand down each of their cheeks. “Who will get to suck down all my come?”
“Oh me, Master. I’m going to deep throat your cock so far you’ll never want to leave my throat,” Misty proclaimed just before she wailed in pleasure. Sweat broke out on her body as she strained with the pleasure of the vibe. Rubbing her dripping pussy against the spanking bench she cried out again less than a minute later, and Dillon carefully watched the expression on her face. He stood up and walked down to her pussy and watched as she dripped cream onto the bench. He raised a hand to confirm her third orgasm. Gaige added to her tally to half of the crowd’s delight. He sped Misty’s vibrator up to the next speed, and she snarled at the insistent vibration against her sensitised skin. Tears began streaking down Misty’s face as she tried to process the feelings of over-stimulation.
Hartley let out a whoosh of breath, and Dillon glanced over at her. Her mouth was open on a silent sob as her legs quivered. He raised a hand to indicate she had an orgasm, and Gaige added to her score.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful fighting for your pleasure,” Dillon said to them as he leaned down and kissed Misty on the lips. She grabbed onto his mouth with her own and sucked hard.
“I want your cock, Master, I want it so bad,” Hartley cried out as tears and sweat matted the hair to the side of her face.
