Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

Empress Christine stepped on my chest and wiped her ankle boots across my chest. “Stay still cucky; if I fall off and sprain my ankle cause you wriggled I’ll crucify your balls with the pointy toe of these boots”. She then presented the soles of her boots for me to clean with my tongue which I did without hesitation.

“”Your turn Mark”. Mr Jones stepped on my chest and wiped his shoes, then wandered down my legs, over my groin then up onto my face, grinding the soles of his shoes as he moved. He was a lot bigger than the girls and it hurt a lot so I had to bite my lip to suck up the pain. He also made me lick his soles. He had come a long way quickly.

They went inside and I waited for further instructions as I assumed no-one else was coming. Mistress Gemma appeared, “Good job faggot; by the look of your shirt and face, there’s not much mud left on our guest’s shoes. OK, crawl inside. Drink bitch duties first, then off to the kitchen to prepare the first course”.

I crawled through the front door and Mistress kicked me between the legs to hurry me along. The toe of her shoe trapped my left testicle against my chastity tube and a white hot pain surged through my body. I slumped forward onto my face and let out a guttural sound. She walked around in front of me and lifted my chin up with the toe of her shoe.