It’s been a while since I had some quiet time to myself. I wasn’t sure I liked it. Geena was studying in her room, and I had already dropped in twice to chat. I just wanted to be near her, but she had to finish her reading for her English class, and I needed to be a little less needy. She loved reading. She loved it so much that she took a literature class this semester just for fun.

It wasn’t an easy task, staying away from Geena. The second time I’d wandered in, she gave me a look out of the corner of my eye that said, “leave me alone”. We spend so much time together that it’s easy to forget we have other responsibilities that can drag us away from each other. There was something else in that look, though. Don’t bother me again, or else.

I’m going to be honest, the “or else” excited me. So, I did what any good, annoying boyfriend with no homework on a Tuesday night would do. I stuck my head in a third time. She sat at her desk, her face in one hand. Her long, dark hair obscured most of her face. I didn’t like reading as much as Geena did, but I tried to read some of her favorite poets: Yeats, Blake, Donne, just to name a few. Like Yeats in his immortalized obsession of Maud Gonne, I too loved the pilgrim soul of my lover.

Sometimes, she would try to talk with me about what she was reading. She’d get so absorbed in it. She once described the Greek muses to me, and I understood that completely. Right now, with my naughty little head poking into her room, I understood what it meant to have a muse. She was my inspiration. Beauty personified. A Goddess. My Goddess. I worshiped her every night. Faithful and loyal.

She licked her finger and turned the page. It was an adorable habit. The thought of her licking something other than her finger excited me as I thought a little more about that unspoken “or else” conveyed to me during my earlier attempt at sabotaging her study time. I watched her for a few moments as my heart beat like a skipping stone across a dark, cool lake.

I sighed. shouldn’t bother her. She’d be done when she was done.

I moved back into the living room and made myself comfortable on the couch. I was more than a little horny. She’d teased me earlier today in an empty classroom. I hadn’t even seen her coming. I’d been walking towards my next class, minding my own business when someone grabbed me from behind and shoved me into an empty classroom. I’m a big guy, and it’s not easy to push me around.

I turned on the TV while I thought about our earlier encounter. I didn’t even know what channel I’d put it on. Maybe ESPN? I think I was watching some pre-recorded football game, but I wasn’t actually watching. My mind flitted back to earlier.

I’d gasped out in surprise, and initially I thought I was about to have to fight someone, until I heard the voice of my muse, or was she a siren, luring me into dangerous waters. She had pushed me against a wall and whispered into my ear, “Don’t make a sound, Mike. Unless you want people to walk in here with three of my fingers in your ass.”

“Here?” I’d asked. My heart had leapt when I heard her voice. I could see people passing by the window. It was only about five minutes until this classroom would fill up.

As I thought back to the way her breath had felt against the nape of my neck, my cock twitched ever so slightly. I moved my hand to my shorts and rubbed against myself. I knew better. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate without her permission or supervision. I wouldn’t. I’d be good. I felt myself growing despite the standing commands from my mistress, Geena. Saying her name, even to myself, sent a shudder down my spine. Geena, my big breasted goddess.

In the classroom, she had pulled my pants down. She hadn’t even unbuttoned them or unzipped them. She forced them over my hips. They hit the ground with a metallic tinkling as my keys clattered against the floor. I closed my eyes, remembering the way she smelled. I was enchanted by her scent. She had run her fingers through my hair and then pressed my face hard into the wall.

“Stay still,” she’d said.

Her hand moved from my hair down my neck. The well-manicured tips of her fingernails gently trailing down my backbone to my now exposed asshole.

On the couch, lost in remembrance, I was fully erect. It strained against my shorts.

I could still feel the sting from her hand as she slapped my ass. Once. Twice. Three times. I squeezed myself through my shorts.

I was fully engorged, and I knew this was wrong. I hadn’t received her permission, but she was busy. Too busy for me right now. I pulled my cock out. I tucked the waistband of my shorts under my testicles. I rubbed myself gently. I didn’t plan on cumming. She’d never find out if I didn’t cum.

She had me against the wall. I replayed the moment again in my head. Boys, girls, professors, and students moved past the classroom. With one hand, she grabbed my shaft and stroked me. I heard her sucking the fingers of her other hand.

“What are you doing, Geena? People are going to be coming in soon.”

She didn’t respond. She just kept stroking me. Then I felt a finger penetrate my asshole. I stood on my tiptoes as I reacted instinctively, trying to escape the pressure pushing against my rectum.

“Don’t run from me, little rabbit.” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice. For a moment, as more students passed by the door I considered using our safe word. I could feel anxiety gripping my chest and squeezing my heart as each face passed by the small glass window of the classroom door. I didn’t say it. I trusted her. My muse. This siren. The dangerous waters were frightful but thrilling.

As the memory of her working her fingers in and out of me, stroking me, and telling me how good I was played in a loop inside my mind I slowly but firmly moved my hand up and down the length of my shaft. I mimicked the rhythm of her hands from earlier. It felt so good.

“Close your eyes, darling. I have a surprise for you. Don’t open your eyes until I say.” She took her fingers out of me and gave my cock a final squeeze.

So there I was, waiting for permission to open my eyes, when I heard the door open and close. My pants were around my ankles, my cock was stiff. My eyes stayed closed. Then I heard a giggle. I opened my eyes, four students had come in. I looked around frantically. Geena was nowhere to be seen. In a mad panic I dashed out the door while I pulled my trousers up. I was so embarrassed, humiliated, horny. Geena was smashing through all my preconceived notions of sexuality. She was truly a goddess.

Later that afternoon, when all the other guys had left the showers, I took off my gym clothes and unwrapped my own taped hands from my afternoon of boxing. Even in the ring, all I could think about was her fingers exploring my anus. When Jeff had hit me square in the jaw earlier I hadn’t felt it. I was too busy thinking about Geena. I’d gotten into the shower with a massive erection, but I’d been good and didn’t touch it.

So why, with Geena in the room next to me, couldn’t I control myself? My eyes were still closed as I played the loop of our encounter over again in my head. I let out a soft moan as I cupped my balls.

I didn’t hear her until it was too late.

“Oh, Mike. What have you done?” I heard the disappointment in her voice. “You know you’re not allowed to touch yourself without asking me first, don’t you?

I jumped. Caught red handed with my dick in my hands.

“Geena, this isn’t what it looks like!” Not true. This was totally what it looked like.

“I’ll tell you what it looks like.” She said, taking three long, graceful strides towards the couch. She loomed over me. “It looks like someone is being selfish, inconsiderate, and worst of all, disobedient.”

She knelt down and flicked the head of my penis hard with her finger.

“Ouch!”

She grabbed the base of my cock with a vice-like grip. The pressure was incredible.

“I saw you, looking like a little sad puppy dog and sticking your cute little head in my door to watch me. You’re such a distraction, and then I come out to this.” She squeezed me again, harder.

“Mike, I’m very busy right now, and this is an inconvenience to me. I think you understand that I’m going to need to punish you, right?”

I swallowed hard. Excitement and fear bloomed in competing compartments of my mind.

“What kind of punishment?” I was almost afraid to ask.

“Had we but world enough and time…” she trailed off with a sigh.

“What?” Mike asked.

Her eyes snapped back to focus. “Nothing, sweet boy.” She squeezed me again with her vice-like grip. “Strip. I’m going to take a study break.”

She stood without another word and walked to her room. I complied. I didn’t dare balk at her demand. I was in enough trouble as it was. I sat on the couch naked, waiting for her return. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I waited, naked, not daring to touch myself again.

When she walked back into the living room, my eyes went wide. She strutted out in a black leather corset, and only in a black leather corset. Her large breasts were exposed and swung freely, and her hard, protruding nipples preceded her every step. I could feel the blood rushing back into my sex. Her own sex was exposed as well. She wore no panties. I could see her smooth, shaved mound and her beautiful pussy lips. Her curvy hips swayed with an erotic rhythm, once again calling me to venture into dangerous waters.

She had her little black bag of goodies slung over her shoulder, and a straight spreader bar in her other hand.

“Turn around, stay on your knees, and present your ass to me, Mike.” Geena commanded.

I didn’t say a word. I simply did as I was told. First I felt a leather cuff wrap around my left wrist. Next, I felt a cold metal bar across my back as my right hand was cuffed into the other leather strap on the bar. My arms were positioned in a permanent U. If Geena decided to play paper football, she could have turned me into the perfect goal post.

I heard her rummaging for something in her bag.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Not that.” I could hear her pulling items out and tossing them to the floor. “Here we go.”

I felt a cold, leather collar latch around my neck and a chain swung down and came to rest on my back. My skin tingled where the cold metal touched me.

“Maybe?” I heard her say.

I felt a sharp slap on my hairy ass. It could only be the petite little whip she’d picked up a few weeks ago. She hadn’t used it on me yet, but the shop owner had promised her that it packed a good little punch. I’m here to attest. That little bitch fucking stings. She slapped me again and I felt my eyes begin to water. She giggled and pulled hard on my chain, causing me to arch my back and she struck me again.

“Oh, I really like that, but maybe we’ll save that for later. None of this would have happened if you were a good boy and had kept your hands off your dirty little prick”

She stood, and I heard the metallic ring of the chain sliding through her closed fist as she walked around me to look me in the face.

“You’ve been bad, Mike. It appears that fat little cock of yours has more control over you than I do.” My heart sank. The look on her face was pure disappointment. I regretted ever touching myself.

She slapped my face hard enough to leave a bright red mark on my cheek.

“I’m so disappointed in my beautiful little boy.” It truly felt as if I’d wronged her. Her kind, sweet eyes looked so sad about having to punish me. I loved it.

She tugged the chain forward, and I lurched towards her. My face now rested softly between her voluptuous, pillowy breasts. I inhaled her scent. It drove me mad.

“You know better,” she continued. “That is not yours to play with. It is mine, and I told you that you can’t use it without my permission.”

She pulled the leash again, this time up. I was pulled from the sweet embrace of her large breasts. Now I stared into her deep, intelligent eyes.

“Yes, mistress. I apologize. I don’t know what had come over -” she slapped me in the face again. Jeff never hit me like my beautiful mistress.

“I don’t think I can accept an apology, my dear.” She leaned in close to my face and kissed me. It was deep and passionate. I loved how firm she could be.

“Your apology will be accepting this punishment, and you won’t be forgiven until it’s over.”

She walked around me like a lioness circling her prey. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she got like this. This woman. She is so fucking amazing. I lost sight of her and heard her rummaging in her bag again.

I felt it before I heard it. A sharp pain on my testicles and a dull ache in my stomach. The sound of a keeper, slapping my balls. The keeper is the leather tongue at the end of a riding crop, and if I’m being honest, it stings like the dickens.

“Turn around, sit back, and spread those thick, juicy legs of yours, my naughty little slave.” She purred her command. I could do nothing but comply.

“Yes, mistress.” I responded. I turned around and slid down to a sitting position with some difficulty. It was hard to maneuver without the use of your hands.

“Good. That pink little man there,” she tenderly traced the base of my penis with the keeper, “is the cause of all this trouble. The first part of your punishment is ten lashes. Count for me.”

Before I could respond, she lashed out and struck my penis with the crop. She waited. I was still stunned by the lash that had struck my testicles.

She gave me a pitiful look. “Darling. If you didn’t count it, then it doesn’t count. I’ll begin again.”

She struck me again, harder this time.

“One,” I managed to get out.

“Good, boy. Now this naughty little cock of yours sure does get you in trouble.” She struck again, and I remember to count.

“So you and it both have to learn.” She struck me again and I counted. “You are not the master of your body.” She struck again. Four. “It is not the master of your body.” Again. Five. “I am the only master here.” Again. Six. “You’ve promised me that I have complete control of you, Mike.” Seven. “If I tell you to strip in the middle of a thanksgiving dinner and present your ass to me so that I can stuff it,” eight, “then you strip and present yourself. No questions.” Nine. “I am your master. Not your naughty penis.” Ten.

My dick stung. It was red and angry. I could feel the small welts rising. They were hot and throbbing. Everything this woman did to me excited me. She’d knocked down all my sexual barriers. Well, almost all of them. I still felt inherent shame and embarrassment if strangers happened to see us. It was the one fear, the one anxiety that still gripped me. 

Geena was a creature of limitless sexual desire. The riskier the better. She had no boundaries, it seemed, but she respected my limits. She always made me feel safe, but she would push. I felt safe in the fact that she’d never make me do something I refused, but she wouldn’t allow me to not be adventurous and take chances. I trusted her implicitly.

There was a knock at the door. I froze. Cock twitching, stinging, and leaking a sweet clear precum onto the couch.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Oh, right,” Geena looked genuinely surprised. “A few of the girls from my lit class were going to come over to discuss Goethe’s Faust. We have an exam on it tomorrow. I’d forgotten they were coming over.”

“Oh shit. Can you make them go away? Please.” I felt a spike of fear pierce my chest.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye while a second knock sounded against the door.

“Hmmmm…” she tapped her finger against her plump, red lips. “What would you be willing to trade for it?” She said this in a strange voice. She sounded like Gollum from Lord of the Rings.

“What? Trade? Trade what?”

She laughed. “I’m sorry, just a little Faustian joke. You should really read it. It’s a marvelous play.”

My eyes were wide as I looked at her in a confused and incredulous panic.

“Don’t you worry, beautiful, You’re still going to get your punishment.” She reached out with the crop and softly touched my nose. “Boop!”

My breathing quickened and I considered yelling out the safe word. What was it this week? Antigone? Oedipus? Circe? She’d really been on an ancient Greek kick lately. I couldn’t remember the word. Diogenes?

“Hey, girls!” I heard the door swing open followed by three simultaneous gasps.

“Geena, you’re naked!” One girl exclaimed.

“Your tits are fucking gorgeous!” Said another.

“Ah, thanks, Becky. Well, technically, Amber – I have this corset on. So, I’m not totally naked. Do you girls have a minute? I have something I need to wrap up before we get started.”

“Who is that?” said the last girl.

“Oh, that’s Mike. Say hi, Mike!” I heard a couple giggles from the girls. “He’s being punished. This naughty little pervert was playing with his penis without my permission.”

The door shut. I didn’t really hear it. I was still trying to think of the safe word. Thermopylae? Hyperion? I was wracking my brain and I just couldn’t think of it. I felt like a panic attack was setting in. I knew I heard three girls, and they’d already seen me.

“Oh Jesus. I wish I could discipline my boyfriend. He’s looking at porn all the time.” I heard them walking around to the front of the living room. Geena loved showing me off.

When I looked up, I saw Geena’s face. She could see that I was panicking, and she gave me a smile that told me it would be ok. My heart slowed down. Her sweet siren song called me again. I’d do anything for her.

“Oh, that’s definitely not good, Tif. You should show him that it’s not good. A man hiding his porn habit can ruin a relationship if it’s not viewed with trust and openness. Don’t let him hide that from you. Please ladies, have a seat.”

“There’s nowhere to sit,” said one. Her hair was red, and her light-skinned face was freckled heavily. She was cute.

The other two girls had already sat down. One on the floor and the other in the recliner.

“Oh, don’t be scared, Amber. Mike won’t bite. He’s as gentle as a lamb. Sit on the couch. There’s room.”

Amber blushed and looked at me. I was paralyzed with fear.

“Look at his cock. I gave him eleven smacks with this crop, and he’s still rock hard. Doesn’t he have the cutest penis.”

“What kind of punishment is he getting? Was the spanking it?” Tif asked from her seated position on the floor.

“Oh no,” Geena said. “I have something else for him, and you girls are already helping. Look at how red his cheeks are. Being naked in front of strangers is really embarrassing for my little slut here.” She said my little slut in her adorable baby voice. My cock twitched when she pointed out how embarrassed I was.

“Oh my god it moved!” Becky brought her hands to her mouth and squealed.

“He hasn’t cum in a few days. I was going to make him wait since his dirty, naughty dick had got him into so much trouble, but maybe we should make him cum in front of you girls. That would really embarrass him. Wouldn’t it, honey?”

“Yes, mistress.” I was nervous. I spoke formally and quickly. It was nearly a whisper.

“Why are his hands tied up like that,” Amber asked.

“Oh, the bar?” Geena asked. “There’s lots of different ways we could use that. I could put his legs in it, which would keep them nice and wide and let me access his pretty little asshole easily. But here, with his hands tied, I’m using it to restrict his movement. He’ll be dependent on me to get into some positions, and it helps to serve as a reminder that he’s not in charge.”

Geena picked up her black bag. She tossed it to Tif.

“Here, Tif. You pick out Mike’s next punishment. Just think, what would you do to your boyfriend if you could?”

“Oh, gosh!” She exclaimed. “I don’t know.”

Becky wandered over and looked through the bag with Tiffany. Amber was looking at me. Her hands had wandered and were rubbing my thighs.

“What about this?” Tiffany asked excitedly. 

Good lord, I thought. That was one of Geena’s biggest strapons. I’d barely taken the tip of it last time she’d tried to use it on me. Geena’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh, you spicy, naughty girl, Tiffany! I’m not sure if Mike can take that beast.” A mischievous grin spread across her face, and she looked me in the eye.

“Oh no,” I said. “I really don’t think that’s a good-”

“Let me see it,” Geena giggled like a little girl. “Actually, on second thought, Tif, do you want to try it on?”

“No fucking way!” Becky said.

“Seriously, Tif? Practice for your boyfriend?” Geena gave her a knowing smile.

Tiffany looked nervously to her other two friends, and they both laughed and bobbed their heads up and down in encouragement. Geena came over to me as Amber and Becky pulled down Tiffany’s pants and helped her strap the nine-inch-thick purple beast to Tiffany’s small waist. Her body type was so different from Geena’s. It just didn’t do it for me. I loved Geena’s curves and her large hips. She was easily four to six inches taller than these other three girls. She was a goddess, my muse, my siren, and shallow waters were approaching.

I had butterflies in my stomach. I was scared of that thing.

Geena walked up to me and got on her knees in front of me. She gently gripped my penis and started stroking it. It was still stinging from earlier and still rock hard.

“Baby,” she whispered. “If this is too much, just say so. If you say Homer, I’ll put a stop to this.”

Fuck. Homer. Of course. How did I forget that! The world’s most famous blind poet and my favorite Simpson. I could see it in her eyes. She loved this. I could see her pussy dripping in anticipation. Her free hand was slowly working her clit while she lovingly stroked me. I would do anything for this woman.

“I deserve to be punished, mistress.”

Geena bit her bottom lip. God she was so sexy.

“Fuck yes you do. If you don’t learn your lesson tonight, then you’re going to have a long hard road ahead of you.” She emphasized hard.

“Amber, would you put a blindfold on my man? You’ll find one in the bag.”

Amber giggled – glad to be playing a part, and she hurried the blindfold over and tied it over my eyes. Geena tugged on the leash around my neck, and someone grabbed the spreader bar. They moved me into a position on the couch where my legs were hanging off and I was lying flat on my back on the cushions.

I felt the weight of someone on the couch next to me. Then a warm, wet pussy was lowered onto my mouth. My tongue flicked out. I would recognize that taste anywhere. It was Geena.

“Becky, make sure his asshole is good and lubed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Becky responded excitedly.

Three lubricated fingers pushed against my rectum, penetrating me as they slowly moved in and out of me, preparing me for what was about to come.

Geena began rocking her pussy against my face. It moved across my chin, my mouth, my nose. She was using my face like a slip and slide. I could feel her juices running down the sides of my face, getting in my hair.

“Oh my god, Geena,” I think it was Amber’s voice. “That looks like so much fun.”

“Amber,” bingo! I was right. “Have you ever licked a woman’s asshole before?”

Silence. Now four fingers were in me.

“No,” she sounded shy. My cock throbbed at the thought of another woman’s tongue in Geena’s asshole while she came in my mouth.

“It’s easy. It tastes so good. Come here, honey.”

I heard a shuffling behind my head, and I felt Geena lean forward. Her hands grabbed my cock. She licked my tip gently. It still stung. Her mouth was a balm to my pain.

I felt a whole fist in me and heard a light girlish giggle.

“I think he’s ready!” I heard Becky say.

“Don’t you fucking stop licking me, Mike. If you do, your punishment will be worse than some big cock being inside you.”

My tongue worked in and out of her pussy. I found her clit and started flicking it with my tongue. Geena began to stroke me while simultaneously licking every drop of precum that I secreted.

Then I felt it. Just the tip at first. Tiffany had pressed it as hard as she could against my anus, but it resisted.

“I don’t know if this is going to fit, Geena?”

“Keep trying, love,” Geena moaned. “Oh my god, Amber. Your tongue is magic. Keep licking me.”

More pressure. I felt her straining. It was so big. It felt like it may split me in two. HOMER HOMER HOMER was racing through my mind. I was on the edge of saying it when I felt Geena push herself harder into my face.

She was loving this. I couldn’t back out now.

Tiffany pushed harder. I could feel her hips working. The tip would penetrate, she’d press harder, then she’d pull out. The next push, something gave way.

“Oh, my god, I think I’m almost in!”

Geena moaned again. “Fuck. I’m going to cum soon.”

Becky, the only girl not engaged, yelled encouragement. She sounded a little further away, like she was sitting in the chair again.

Another push. Another inch.

“Keep fucking him, Tif! Get that cock in him now.” Geena popped my dick into her mouth.

As her orgasm built, she sucked me harder and faster. Her hand was moving up and down my shaft rapidly, trailing the messy mixture of spit and precum she left on my shaft as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I could feel her heavy breasts on my chest and her long hard nipples pressing against me.

My embarrassment was melting away. I was getting lost in the song of my siren. Pure pleasure mixed with a little pain.

Then it penetrated me fully.

I screamed out. It was muffled by Geena’s cunt in my mouth. Geena felt the scream and it pushed her over the edge. She came. Her back arched, her hand squeezed my cock in that vice-like grip again, and I could feel her ejaculating into my mouth.

Geena’s juice ran all over my face.

“Don’t stop licking. Neither one of you!” She could barely get it out. It came out as a harsh rasp.

I tried to keep licking. I really did, but once Tiffany had penetrated me, my mind went blank. It was as if my spirit separated from my body. Tiffany slammed into me. She called me a name that wasn’t my name. I didn’t register what it was.

She fucked me harder, but I felt myself wishing it was Geena. In that blank state of mind created by this incredible sensory overload, I imagined it was Geena fucking me.  She holds my hips in a certain way. She fucks with a fierce passion that this smaller, inexperienced woman could never hope to replicate.

So as Geena continued to grind her sopping pussy into my face, I could almost see it. Her long dark hair sticking to her sweat covered face, her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down to the rhythm of her thrusts.

The real Geena’s hand continued working my cock, and I knew I had to cum.

“Mistress!” I tried to yell, but it too was muffled. “Mistress!” I tried again.

“Yes, baby?” Her voice sounded strained, but it oozed with sensuality. She let up with her pussy, for just a moment.

“May I cum, Mistress? Please?” The question hung in the air. She put her vagina back onto my mouth and rocked back and forth for five excruciating beats of my heart.

“When you feel me cum again. So can you.” She was so kind. I didn’t think I’d be allowed to cum. Which would have been a whole other problem because I didn’t think I could hold out much longer.

Tiffany picked up the pace. She was finding a nice steady rhythm. Oh my god, this cock was so huge. Some small, clinical part of my mind was in awe that this gigantic purple piece of plastic fit inside me.

I could feel it plunging deeper and deeper. Tiffany started to hit my prostate. I was a goner. My cock throbbed and somehow stretched the skin of my penis to a size I don’t think I’d ever achieved.

Geena felt it. I felt it. I knew I couldn’t cum until she did. My tongue needed to move faster. I buried it deep in her hole at the exact moment Tiffany plunged her monster cock back into me. Geena took it from there. I held my tongue as rigidly as I possibly could. She started riding my tongue. It was shallow penetration, but she adored it. I could feel her hole constrict as another orgasm built up in her.

“Keep licking me, Amber!”

I could hear Tiffany’s breathing becoming labored. She was giving me everything she had. She called me that name again. It wasn’t my name.

“Why are you watching those sluts, Ryan! Am I not enough for you? You have to ask me before you ever look at porn again!” Tiffany yelled. She was lost in her own little world too.

“It’s happening,” Geena’s voice shook. I could feel her legs trembling. Her thighs squeezed my face tightly as she held my mouth against her overstimulated cunt. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

I came too. At the same moment, Tiffany slumped forward onto my lap, she couldn’t go anymore. She must be exhausted from how vigorously she had been fucking me. My cum shot in hot ropes. Geena’s face took one shot, and another landed on my chest mixing with my thick hair. Geena took my cock in her mouth and sucked the rest out of me.

“Good boy, Mike. You finally did what you were told and waited for me. You fucking girls were amazing. Amber – you don’t have to stop, but you can stop now if you want.”

I heard a giggle from behind.

“That was incredible,” Tiffany said. “Ryan and I will be having a very serious conversation tonight.”

I was still blindfolded and trapped in the bar.

“It sure was!” Geena panted. “Do you girls want a shower first, or are you ready to talk about Faust? Now that Mike’s punishment is almost over, we should probably get to work.

Tiffany finally pulled her big plastic dick out of me. It made a wet sucking sound as she pulled out the last three inches.

“Oh right. Faust. I completely forgot.” Tiffany was still breathing hard. “What about Mike?”

“Well, he had a little more fun than he was supposed to. So, until you girls leave, he can stay right there like that.”

“Oh, that is naughty,” said Becky.

“No,” Geena corrected, “it’s a fair punishment. Now let’s go wash up really fast and get into it.”

The girls wandered off, leaving me tied, naked, and blindfolded. I could hear the shower running and the girls giggling. When they returned, someone grabbed my leash and pulled me off the couch.

They left me nude on the floor and kept my blindfold on while they talked about Dr Faustus and how brilliant Goethe was. Every now and then, I’d feel a foot reach out and rub my cock. It was hard again, and I really hoped Geena wouldn’t be mad about that.