The little party of my two, short-term mistresses was quickly getting out of hand. The look both Christy and Katie were giving me was sending a chill down my spine. It was a mixture of a drunken glaze and sinister stare. Not just that, but the sight of Christy's giant dildo was making my hole quiver in fear. I had been fucked by quite a few guys that were well endowed, but hers looked like it would tear me in two!
I moved past the group of guys towards Christy. Two of them had already shot their loads down my throat and I still could taste the remnants of those encounters. I wanted to be done with cock; if only for the evening.
"Please, Mistress Christy," I started as I walked up to her. My pleas were that of wanting to be spared her cock, not to indulge it. Katie, in a mocking fashion, turned it around the other way.
"Isn't she an eager-beaver," Katie joked. "She must like getting fucked too."
Her comment caused a ping in my stomach. The guys behind me, I turned to see, started chuckling; well at least Brad and Trent. Eric had taken a seat on the sofa and had more of a nervous laugh before tipping his bottle of beer up.
"Please, I have so much to tend to and you and Mistress Katie still have guests!" I turned back to plead with Christy.
"Stop," she told me in a joking tone. "I know that you love being a maid and serving others, but now you get to have a little bit of fun by becoming my sex doll."
Katie, while I had been focused on Christy and the others, had retrieved a leash that she quickly hooked onto the D-ring of my collar. It was passed off to Christy who took it and, with the same hand, began stroking her member.
"Hey, Katie," Christy said to her friend. The two backed as far away from me as the leash would allow without towing me along. Christy leaned in and whispered something into her friend's ear. Whatever was said caused a smile to erupt on Katie's face.
"You two go on up and start having fun," Katie started. "I'll look after the guys and then I may come up and join you." With that, she looked at me and gave a wink.
Christy turned and started pulling me towards the stairs. As we ascended, I heard all sorts of male noises from the guys. They were random sound effects and comments that you'd hear when another guy was taking a girl to go get lucky. I could almost have empathy for the girls this would happen to; at least the ones that didn't deem themselves as sluts.
Being taken upstairs to a bedroom by a beautiful girl should be just about any guys dream. This instance was too much like a nightmare. I doubted very many similar instances had the guy in female attire while the girl donned a huge strapon to fuck him with.
Christy punched in the door code and we entered the bedroom. She walked to the side of the bed and then pulled me closed to her. Those blue eyes gave me a lustful look and I couldn't help be get a little turned on despite the fact that her cock was jabbing me in the stomach. I could deal with that. It was the prospect of it jabbing me in a place that was a lot more venerable that had me worried. Through her alcohol-laced breath, Christy had quite a pleasant scent, though shamefully not as much as Alyssa had. Christy was obviously a full-fledged female, but Alyssa had been trained to be a girly-girl.
"I'm eager to see how this is going to look on you," she said, holding up the metal contraption.
There were two different sections; a top half which was thick, chromed metal that would open up to lock around my neck and a lower part that looked to be two wrist shackles connected right next to each other. These two sections were connected by a long, ridged pole.
Christy began eagerly locking me in the device. To start with, my leash was removed and tossed on the floor next to us. The large, hoop was hinged open and placed around my neck. It fit over my pink collar but only just. Next were my hands that were bound together with the wrist cuffs. I clasped them together as Christy locked them up tight.
"Looking good so far," she remarked.
The final piece was the long ridged rod that connected the two. One end connected just under the metal collar. The other connected to the top of my cuffs. It's length caused me to have to stretch my arms down practically to my groin. This was causing my neck to have to stay bent down ever so slightly. Trying to look up and straight ahead was too awkward and painful.
"Please, Mistress," I started as I pulled at my restraints. "Can I please be let out of this?"
"After I've had my fun. But I must say it makes you look even more adorable," she laughed. "Don't be shy."
Christy ordered me to my knees. It was quite a bit harder considering my hindered mobility, but I was able to drop down with a bit of a thud. She stood tall above me. I couldn't look up to see her, but I imagined her looking down upon me with utter contentment.
"Quite the set of toys your owner has left for us to use," she said.
She knelt down in front of me with her huge faux cock dangling between her legs. For a moment, it simply bobbed there; as if to say hello. Her hand reached to grab it and I assumed she was going to either stroke it or aim it for an obvious target. Instead, there were a few clicks with a twisting action and she separated the dildo from the harness.
Christy, holding the ridged shaft with her left hand, turned the dildo around to show me the back. It wasn't merely a demonstration as to just how menacing this large, pink cock was. There was a compartment, very similar to the one on my trainer cock. When she opened it up, I spotted something immediately that looked very familiar.
"I know you know what these are," she said, pointing to the cum cartridge.
"Yes, Mistress."
"This dildo is supposed to work a lot like your dildo downstairs. When it gets stimulated to the proper point, it'll jizz in you just like any other guy."
With my trainer cock, I knew what I had to do to get it to cum. That was my burden to use my mouth and techniques to get it to completion. This dildo, she let me know, worked a bit differently. I wouldn't be in the driver's seat with this one, but more along for the ride. Along with the cum-filled faux cock was a sensor that was tucked nicely up her sex. Though she was giving show-and-tell, that part I wasn't allowed to see. The two were connected wirelessly with the sensor controlling the dildo. It was designed to tell how aroused she was in the moment. Along with that and her rhythm of moving the dildo in and out of an object, namely my hole, it would ultimately come to climax and ejaculate the cum from the cartridge. The sensor would also give her a minor, electrical stimulant that would enhance her own climax. It was truly a wondrous device for her and a menacing device for the receiver; me!
"That's right, girl," she said after her technical explanation. "I'm going to cream pie that pussy of yours!"
The time for talk was done and she reattached the dildo to the harness. She let it sway slightly and gave a snicker before standing erect. With her loaded cock, she had me start our encounter by sucking her off.
"Come on, get it good and wet. It's the only lube your going to get. I suggest you make it sloppy!"
