Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 03

... out a strained "Yellow!"

A pause. Hands reach through the bars and are gently placed on Clocks' mask, a little more gingerly on Clocks' red cheek.

"Thank you for telling me Clock. For what it's worth, that was going to be the last prodding anyway, but we'll absolutely stop that for today. Do you still want to keep playing?"

Clock takes a deep breath to compose themselves before letting out an exacerbated "Green."

"Good pet! Now, those biscuits sure seemed a bit dry. Would you like some moisture to wash them down?"

"Woof! Woof!" Clock exclaims excitedly.

"Okay, wait right here!", as if Clock could possibly leave their predicament.

A rattling of hard plastic. Footsteps away before the sound of boot on tile. A screwing sound. A stream commences. The sound of a container filling up with liquid. More screwing. A toilet roll rolling before a rip, wipe, and flush. Footsteps back toward Clock. A fiddling with metal on metal as the faint smell of piss comes from above. A zip. Their mouth hole is opened.

"Drink, pet."

Clocks' mouth reaches into the darkness, desperate to find the nozzle. They eventually find the long protrusion of stainless steel to fill another hole with, before suckling on the steel teat. Warm. Acidic. The golden nectar dribbles down Clocks' throat; the smell like a concentrated cordial ...

... of Mistress Demis' pussy. An impressive amount of precum oozes from Clocks' chastity belt.

"Oops, don't want to waste that! An animals' seed can be quite valuable, you know!"

Mistress Demis' hand reaches through the bars and grips Clocks' junk. She gives it a squeeze and a shake to get a little extra splooge out and pulls away, before slipping her hand down Clocks' mask hole moments later.

"Lick, bitch!"

Clock licks their own precum from Mistress Demis' hand. The flavours mingle with Mistress' piss for a unique flavour not yet experienced.

As Clock savours the flavour, Mistress threads some rope to Clocks' collar and fastens it to the front of the cage. The last length, thinner than the others, wraps around Clocks' petite package and fastens that to the back of the cage until Clock is stretched length ways almost as far as they can be. Hands reach through the bars and give Clocks' mask the squishies.

"Who's my adorable little pet?!"

"Woof! Woof!"

"Good doggie! Now, Mistress is going to have a nap. You try and have one too okay puppy?" she taps Clocks cheeks, unbuckles her boots, and jumps on her bed. She doesn't nap though, she just silently watches her disoriented, caged, constrained, stretched, piss drinking, cum eating, obedient little bitch squirm indefinitely while she fondles her feminine folds.