A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

... acknowledgement and I helped her to her feet. Throwing her arm over my shoulders, we walked together toward the shower. I turned it on and then went to step away, but she grabbed her hand and pulled me back. We looked at each other for a moment.

"You're sweet, thing" she said, and leaned in for a kiss. I gladly met her a we shared a kiss that lingered beyond brief but did not progress to anything heavy. "Now go get your chastity cage and come back," she said. I fetched it from where it was in the other room and stood just outside the shower, holding it. I felt a little bit awkward, unsure of whether I should put it on and leave Kendra alone or whether she wanted something else. She helped me out by curling a finger, beckoning me into the shower. Without saying a word, she took the chastity cage from me. Squeezing an amount of body wash into her hand, she worked it into a lather and began to slowly massage by cock and balls, moving sensually and with tender care. In the same manner, she took the cage's ring off the shower shelf and slipped my cock through it. Sliding the tube on, she locked everything together and clicked the lock shut. She smiled at me. "Wouldn't want you to get too far from your place, would we?" she asked.

"No Ma'am," I said.

"Since you are properly attired," she told me, "you may assist in my bathing."

It felt strange to run my soapy hands over her body now, having had complete access to it minutes before. Truth be told I was never super into ...

... chastity immediately after an orgasm, but that was the whole point of having a dominant. Kendra was enjoying herself, grinding her soapy ass into my caged cock, or putting her hands over mine and having me massage her breasts. After rinsing off she pulled me in close and we shared another kiss, longer and more passionate this time. I was sure she felt my cage flex a little when she giggled. "How do I get back to the house?" she asked and I apologized, hurrying to fetch her a towel, robe and flip flops. Instead of a goodnight kiss she let her hand graze my cage and then she was off to bed.

I was up at least another hour cleaning up, putting gear away, hosing down the mattress, mopping up. I spent the whole time replaying the evening in my head. When I was finished I made a beeline from the dungeon to my bed, feeling like I could barely make it before crashing into unconsciousness.

Sunday morning I dragged myself out of bed to the alarm, simultaneously grateful and resentful that it was the last day. 24/7 was harder and more emotionally intense than I had expected, and I was looking forward to time alone to process things. Breakfast was biscuits with butter and jam, plus fresh fruit and bacon or sausage as the girls preferred. I made coffee, put the biscuits I had made in advance in the oven and set to prepping the fruit and meat. The girls drifted in one after another, and the vibe I got was that the weekend had peaked. Isabella did give me a stern glance as she picked up ...