A week ago, after being caught spying on my lesbian neighbors, the English redhead mistress Katherine, and the blonde submissive Katie, during a bondage session, they tied me up and teased me for hours, until giving me the largest orgasm I had ever experienced. Now we've surprisingly become really good friends, and Katherine and I scheduled another bondage visit for that Saturday. When she asked me, it took everything I had not to jump with joy.
"Alright, when should I come over?" I asked.
"Actually, how about I come to your apartment to tell you when, and you come back to ours?" She responded. When she noticed my confused expression, she added "I need you to keep a secret. Katie won't know about this session until it starts. She did enjoy playing with you, and I want to see her being played with next to you. So I can't have you knocking on our door until I'm ready for you."
I, of course, agreed. After the first time with them, all I could think about was being at one of their mercy. Saturday night, all I did was wait by the door in anticipation, checking the clock every twenty seconds. The time did inevitably come, when a knock on my door could be heard. On the other side was obviously Katherine, in the same trenchcoat I've grown to love. Without a word, we walked to her apartment, but stopped short of the door. She looked me in the eyes with her keys half-way into the lock.
"Once you set foot past this door, I become Mistress. Are we clear?" She said with absolute sincerity.
"Yes, Mistress."
My cock turned hard with those words escaping my lips. and with that, the doorway to the night opened. Right after I stepped inside, Katherine turned around once more, and put a finger to her lips, reminding me to stay quiet. She then used the same finger, and extended it downward, motioning me to kneel. I did as I was told, which caused her to walk up to me, and take out a ballgag, a collar, and a leash from her pocket. With no trouble, they were on me in seconds.
"Strip." She said, with a quiet, yet still authoritative tone.
I was down to my bare skin faster than I ever had done before, showing off my erect cock for her, with which she starred at delightedly. Once again, she pointed downward, and I was on my hands and hands and knees immediately.
She bent next to my ear to whisper "Not a so much as a moan."
I clearly couldn't make noise unless it was a moan, with the gag locking my jaw in place. She stood up straight up again, and began tugging on the leash. I started crawling behind her as fast as I could without making noise on the old floors. She led me into the bedroom, the same room I had spent tied up in a week ago. However, this time, the red leather fancy bondage chair equipment was gone, and this time simply replaced with two plain wooden chairs, facing eachother from across the room. One was empty, while the other held Katie bound to it. She was blindfolded, so she couldn't see us, and was most likely unaware of our presence. A gag, made out of a handkerchief tied around her head, squeezing her cheeks tight. She wore a white business shirt, except it was completely unbuttoned, and her breasts were bare. High heels, stockings, and a tight short black skirt were also on display. The skirt did nothing to hide the fact that she was going commando underneath.
The way she was bound to the chair confused me for a moment. She was tied how you would imagine a person to be tied to a chair, with her legs tied to the chair legs, and her arms tied to the chair arms, except her right arm wasn't. it was tied tightly against her own body, still causing it to be immobile, but also pressing her hand against her skirt. Katherine brought me over to the chair opposite of Katie, and began strapping me in, mirroring her, except without the arm against my body. Katherine then walked in over to her, and dropped the coat, revealing a black corset, with pink ribbon lining it, and pink bows on both breasts and the panties. She leaned into her, and kissed her gagged lips. Katie let out a moan without even being able to see Katherine's choice of lingerie. Suddenly, she reached for the top of Katie's skirt and pulled it down forcefully, exposing her pussy, and also letting Katie's hand, which used to be touching her own skirt, fall into her own crouch.
Now I understood, it was a position to bind them, but still allow them to masturbate. Even with the new ability to play with herself, and her being clearly horny, Katie didn't move her hand. Katherine stood up and placed a finger between Katie's breasts, then began slowly walking behind her without letting that finger leave her body. After she was standing directly behind her, she reached around and grabbed both of her exposed tits. She began playing with them, much to Katie's joy. Slowly rubbing the nipples and squeezing them, Katie was already moaning.
Gently, Katherine leaned into her ear, and whispered "Start."
Without hesitation Katie began rubbing herself. Massaging her clitoris, and rubbing her labia, her pleasure was unknowable. Katherine continued fondling her breasts, while also kissing and licking her neck, and periodically looking up at me to smile. Seven minutes go by before Katie begins to shake.
"Stop."
Immediately, Katie's hand clenches obediently, but not without letting out a dissatisfied whimper. You could see how much she wanted to start again, but not willing to disobey, she kept it like that. For three minutes, Katherine did nothing but stand, admiring Katie and I's bound bodies.
Finally, she leaned back into her ear, and whispered even softer now, "Start."
Katie's pointed out two fingers and penetrated herself instantaneously. Thrusting in and out, it was clear she was desperate for an orgasm, and wanted nothing more than to reach climax before Katherine said that hated word.
"Stop."
Katie's disappointment was clearer now, almost a pleading, as she closed her fingers back into her hand. It had only taken four minutes now for the trembling of an fourcoming orgasm to start. Katherine takes glee in her torment, and spends five minutes playing more with her breasts. This time when she leans in, she waits before she says anything. It's clear Katie wants to scream, but waits patiently.
"Start."
Katie takes her four fingers and sticks all of them into herself, and then uses her thumb to play with her clit. She's frantic to be able to cum before she hears Katherine say anything. Katherine kneels before her, waiting. It's less than two minutes before Katie starts to shake.
"Stop." She says, and quickly bites one of Katie's nipples to get her point across.
Katie screams through her gag, losing any chance of an orgasm. Even though she knew it was futile, an orgasm was the only thing she could think about. Although, she was too afraid of any punishment given by her mistress to disobey.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I had to. I have a full night planned for us." She then yanks the blindfold off her, revealing me to Katie. "Though I do think you'll like this."
She's right. The moment Katie sees me, a wide grin appears behind her gag. Katherine wasn't lying when she said Katie didn't know I was coming. Her joy is unquestionable as she inspects my naked bound body from afar.
"Are you two ready?"
"Mmmm."
"Mmmm."
"I'll take that as a yes."
She walks over to me with more rope. At first, she undoes my leg bindings, before ultimately tying my ankles together anyways. Then she undoes my arms, before telling me to raise them high above my head, and ties my wrists to. She stood me up and made me walk to the center of the room. When I say walk, I mean more like hop, considering my ankles bound together. She takes out another piece of rope, and ties one end to my bound wrists, and another to a hook in the ceiling. The rope was way to small, and I had to support myself by my toes. Katherine notices immediately and smiles. She's well aware the experience is not pleasant for me, and decides to torment me further by simply standing in front of my eyes. She then goes over to Katie, undoes her masturbating hand, and ties it to the chair arm.
"Don't want you to get too excited while I'm not looking."
Katie's still looking at me, and I can only assume she's imagining what she would do if she wasn't tied up. Katherine walked behind me without so much as a glance, and headed towards her drawer. All I could hear was her rummaging through it for what seemed like ages. Eventually the sound stopped, and even though I couldn't see what she took out of it, whatever it was made Katie grow even more joyful.
