The Contract - First Delivery

The contract has been signed. Now it is time for the first delivery.

Alan has signed a contract giving control of his body to a Mistress. She has told him to return home, assume a submissive position and await instructions. Read more in The Contract - The Signing

It was dusk when he arrived home. He opened the front door. “Steph,” the word formed soundlessly on his lips as he saw the handcuffs and blindfold on the hall table just as the Mistress had said they would be. He swallowed the blue pill and then hesitated. The house was silent, had he been dreaming, had she really appeared in his office or was he about to make a complete fool of himself?

He looked again at the items on the table and reached out to touch the metal of the handcuffs. They felt solid, real. He thought of what might be in store and started to unbutton his shirt. Folding his clothes neatly he placed them on a chair and tied the blindfold around his head. In darkness he managed to struggle into the handcuffs with his hands behind his back.

The solid click as they closed reassured and aroused him. His fantasies were coming true and, if everything went according to plan, this was going to be a memorable night. He felt his cock stiffening as he knelt and waited.

There was the murmured sound of voices from the living room which led through to the conservatory. He cocked his head to one side. A door opened and the chatter grew louder. Panic flooded through him. Had he been set up? Was someone about to scream at the sight of a naked, blindfolded and handcuffed man?

“Oh wow,” a female voice he did not recognise said.

“Nice cock,” another voice chimed in. “You’re a lucky girl, Steph.”

“Does he eat pussy?” the first woman asked.

“Why don’t you find out.” That was Stephanie’s voice and it came from behind him. He felt something being clipped around his ankles and sensed that he was now unable to get up. He opened his mouth to speak. “Remember what your Mistress said,” Stephanie’s voice was close to his ear.

“May I speak Mistress,” he asked.

“No, you may not. You have signed the contract, now it is being put into effect. Besides you are now naked with three horny women. What’s not to enjoy?”

He could hear the women’s giggles and the rustle of clothing.

“Ooo you naughty bitch, are you really going to?” one of the women giggled.

“Of course I am. Let’s see if he’s better at it than my husband.”

Feet in high heels planted themselves on either side of his thighs. There was the unmistakable scent of a woman’s pussy in his nostrils. Someone grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and velvet folds pressed against his mouth.

He pushed out his tongue and felt it slide between her lips. The woman must have been gyrating her hips as her pussy slid back and forth on his tongue.

“Not bad,” her voice above him said.

Not bad, he moved his head back a little and clamped his lips together when he sensed they were over her bud. She let out a moan and pushed harder against him. He pushed out his tongue, searching blindly for the hooded pearl.

“Oh fuck,” the woman’s palms pressed down on his forehead as she ground against him.

Her thighs clamped against the sides of his head but he could hear muffled squeals of delight from above. His face nose and chin were wet with her juices and he found himself gasping for breath as she enveloped him.

The pressure was released and he pushed his tongue deep into her. Denied any sight of her towering above him by the blindfold, all his senses concentrated on the liquid folds of flesh against his mouth. Unable to move any part of his body apart from his tongue and lips he sensed that she was in control. The idea that he was her slave, he was being used and his sole purpose was to pleasure her flooded through his mind as if he had been injected with a powerful drug.

She jerked against him, ramming her bud against his lips and swaying her hips in a slight circular motion and then she relaxed a little. He gasped, his tongue still lapping at the wet lips.

“Come on, give someone else a go,” a voice said.

The pussy moved away from his face.

“Nice hard-on,” one of the women said. “Is that for us too?”

“Yes, if you want but there is one condition.” It was Stephanie speaking. “He is not allowed to come, if you feel him losing control then get off and use his mouth, your fingers or this.”

“Oh wow, Steph, you are a naughty girl, that’s huge.”

“I’ve got an idea,” another voice said.

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