Mistress And Her Masturbation Slaves, Part Three

This is part three in a story about the beautiful Mistress and her masturbation marathon slaves.

There once was a beautiful Mistress who had all she could ever want. A beautiful home to match her patent leather, both of which were shined to perfection by her slaves’ tongues. A glorious view, sprawling landscape, and enough money to fuel her devious and decadent desires.

And two slaves, by the name of William and Peter, not that she’d ever call them that. No, both of them answered to slave or boy or whatever she felt was appropriate that day. She typically kept them nude, save for a leather hood and an opaque chastity device on their manhood. She was a big fan of clothed female, naked male and their male chastity was voluntary, as a show of their devotion to this beautiful Goddess.

However some days, the leather can not be shined more brilliantly than it already is. The landscaping is at its peak. The house suffers from not a speck of dust. And the Mistress grows bored. When that happens, it is up to the two very loving slaves to cheer their Mistress up. Peter’s initial suggestion, a masturbation race, was met with laughter from their Mistress.

And So The Idea For A Masturbation Marathon Was Born

But, an idea sprung forth–a masturbation marathon! It was so simple that the Mistress was amazed she had not thought of it before. However, this did not bode well for the two contestants. While the winner was to spend a night of wonder at his Mistress’s hands, the loser was to remained kept in chastity for the remainder of the year.

Fall was nearly upon them, but that left at least three months of not being milked ahead. This was a contest neither could afford to lose, not just for the loss of their orgasm, but for the disappointment of their Mistress.

Their mistress ordered them to attach butterfly nipple clamps to their nipples, connecting the two men by the short chain that held each clamp. The then leaned back to pull them taut, as mistress threw the key to their voluntary chastised hell.

As they freed the cage, the two men who’d on multiple occasions been lovers at their Mistress’s insistence, saw each other as rivals for their Mistress’s affections. Tonight, one would win, and one would lose. They each grabbed their respective penises as their Mistress took a long drag from her lit all white cigarette. As she exhaled, she smiled and gave the command. “Stroke for me.”

The Command “Stroke For Me” Begins The Masturbation Marathon

The two did as their Mistress commanded and began stroking their rapidly growing genitalia. They closed their eyes and tried to not let anything enter their mind. To become nothing. To achieve an almost Zen-like state while stroking themselves to a climax they hoped would not happen anytime soon.

Their Mistress puffed away at her cigarette, long trails of creamy white smoke entering the air and dissipating into a silky white cloud above her head. If they had looked at her, they would have have seen the most angelic devil, sitting upon her cushioned throne.

Halfway through the cigarette, she realized the slaves were going too slow. This was supposed to be a challenge. They were supposed to be competing for her. She put the toe of her shiny patent leather thigh high boot under the chain and brought it up again, forming a make shift hook with her encased foot.

She pulled her leg back, catching the chain, and taking the men out of their trance. They each moaned and focused their attentions on their slightly annoyed Mistress.

She took a drag off the cigarette, leaned forward, and blew the smoke in their faces. They coughed, and she leaned back, “You just can’t be left to your own devices. It’s almost like the first time I had you boys sucking cock.”

Masturbation Mistress Ups The Ante

Their minds instantly went back to the nights they found themselves on top of each other at their Mistress’s command. “No, it’s time for a little cock control. You’re going to spank it the way I want it, and now the loser doesn’t get released for an extra month!”

The slaves gulped, and Mistress let her foot down, releasing the chain on their clamps and letting the two sit straight again.

“Now, hard! Stroke it hard!”

The two did as their Mistress commanded, their minds intoxicated with the scent of her perfume and the mentholated smoke in the air. She put out what was left of her cigarette and leaned forward. The two slaves’ faces grimaced in determination. The Mistress then began pulling on their chains and twisting on their clamps. By the third twist, it was too much to bear, and it was Peter who lost the battle, squirting on the floor in front of him.

Mistress laughed, and ripped the clamps off Peter, who moaned, squirting even more. Mistress gently tugged on the clamps, beckoning William to stand. She looked down at Peter. “Clean that up, you cum eating whore, and lock that thing back up.” All Peter could do was nod in shame.

Mistress then began walking, holding the chain to the clamps as a sort of lead, causing William to follow.

“And when you’re done, put on the maid’s outfit, as you’re now going to be a bitch for the next month. As for the man here,” she told Peter as she smiled and halted at the doorway. “Well, he’s going to enjoy this entire weekend before he goes back in the cage.”

She walked off again, causing a happy William to smile back momentarily at his defeated friend before following his beckoning Masturbation Mistress.