She gets a harsher punishment than usual.
She glared at me.
"Get ready for me," she said with a yawn, and shut the door.
My mind raced. Mistress Steph prefers when I'm naked in her presence - it is a clear demonstration of which one of us is in charge. Did she really want me to...?
Standing on the front steps, I peeled off my shirt and hesitantly dropped my pants. The cool night air was such a rush! I stepped out of my shoes. I was completely naked... I rang the doorbell again, my skin rippling with goosebumps, muscles tense and poised. Anyone could drive by and see me, standing naked on Mistress' front porch...
What seemed like an eternity later, Mistress Steph opened the door. She took a long look at me, up and down, her eyes dwelling on my cock cage. "fine," she said, "you may come in." I quickly stepped forward to be met with a slap on the cheek. Mistress Steph snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground. Rubbing my cheek and mumbling appologies, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled into the apartment, dragging my clothes with me. Steph closed and locked the door. I gulped, my heart in my throat.
"Slave Dan, I want you to meet your new friend," she said, after carefully securing me to the banisters of her staircase, my arms spread wide above my head, my chest tight and poised. "Relax," she whispered, her nails drifting across my washboard stomach, fingers tracing lines into clawmarks. I began to feel the cage bars closing in on me.
Mistress Steph backed slowly out of the room, teasing me with her eyes and a playful smirk. She returned to the room with a box wrapped in brown paper. She approached and opened the box, slowly drawing out its contents. It was a large, black dildo, hard and shiny in the dim apartment candlelight. Sweat began to roll down my brow.
"I want you to give your new friend a kiss," Mistress said, holding the shiny rubber cock up to my lips. I hesitantly gave the beast a peck on the side, but Mistress pressed it against my lips again, pulling my hair with her other hand. "I think you can give him a nicer kiss than that," she purred through clenched teeth, clearly enjoying my humiliation. Her hand encircled my exposed balls, giving them a tight squeeze. I gasped and opened my mouth, french-kissing the side of the black dildo.
"Ready?" Mistress Steph said, giggling playfully. As I tongue kissed the plastic penis, she turned it towards my face, pressing it in between my lips. My teeth grazed the top of it, trying to stop her from pushing it into my throat, but I received a sharp slap to the balls which made me whimper from behind the gag. Scared and humiliated, I opened my mouth to receive her gift. The dildo filled the inside of my mouth, the head resting on the back of my throat.
"Work it with your tongue," she ordered. "You had better give your new friend some really good head or you won't be getting out for at least another week!" Mistress giggled, using her spoiled princess voice. "If you don't play nice, I'm sure not going to play nice with you!" Looking at her, she clearly had her brat-face on, where she gets really harsh if she doesn't get what she wants. She was serious - and I couldn't possibly last another week without having some sort of sexual breakdown. I needed an erection, and I needed to cum now.
Mistress grabbed my hair and worked my head up and down on the dildo. "Yeah, don't you love it when I push your head down?" she said sarcastically, referencing a time she had to punish me for doing just that to her. I was forced to cum in my own mouth for two days in a row, a punishment which I loathe and fear.
Finally, Mistress slowly pulled the dildo out of my mouth.