Mistress and Her Masturbation Marathon Slaves, Part Two

When last we met, in Mistress And Her Masturbation Marathon Slaves, we were engaged in the tale of a Mistress and her two slaves. The Mistress wore a decadently shiny collection of patent leather items, while her slaves were clad only in their decidedly not shiny leather hoods and locked chastity devices.  Not surprisingly, their Mistress was a big fan of clothed female, naked male.

The two slaves, William and Peter, had suggested a masturbation race to liven up their lethargic Mistress’s spirits. However, she denied this request, instead conceiving of a new game for the evening’s entertainment. A masturbation marathon. Whoever lost would be left in chastity for the remainder of the year.  On the other hand, the winner would have a wondrous night at his beautiful Mistress’s hands.

But as their Mistress’s booted footsteps echoed as she left the room, joy turned to worry. And these two men, who had on more than one occasion been lovers at their Mistress’s insistence, suddenly became rivals.

The Masturbation Marathon Is About To Begin For These Two Masturbation Slaves

Still kneeling in front of the chair where their Mistress had sat, the two slaves looked at each other intensely. These two had seen many a night of coerced cock sucking at their Mistress’s command, while she’d sit back and sip wine. Sometimes, she would sit back and play with herself while they enjoyed a bit of cum eating.

They each tried to force these thoughts to the backs of their minds. Tonight, they weren’t lovers or friends. Tonight, they were gladiators, battling for the glory and honor of their wonderful Empress, their Goddess, in a sport of her choosing. William closed his eyes and swallowed while Peter continued to stare at him.

Suddenly, they both rose and perked up like the ears of a dog who has heard his owner’s voice, as the sound of their Mistress’s footsteps clacked on the polished marble floor in the hallway. The clicking of her stiletto heels came closer and closer, until the sight of their beautiful, golden-haired Goddess graced the doorway. In her patent leather gloved hands were a set of keys, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. Both of them knew she intended to be there for a long while.

The Rush Was Exquisite

Mistress sat back in her chair and lifted the lid of the toy box to her left.  From this box, she lifted two pairs of butterfly nipple clamps. The pair looked worried at this prospect, and Mistress could see it in their eyes. She threw them on the floor in front of them. As they reached down and attached one side to each of their nipples, mistress finally spoke up. “Uh-uh, slaves. I want you to attach the free end to each other…”

Peter and William looked at each other, down at their unattached nipple clamps, and then to the other’s nipples. And then, they reached out and clamped their partner’s nipple. The rush was exquisite, and both felt they were likely to shatter the plastic prison each had willingly encased their manhoods into. The manhoods they’d entrusted to their Mistress as an acknowledgement of the superiority of her womanhood.

Masturbation Slaves Peter and William Stroke For Their Mistress

The keys soon found their way in front of the slaves in much the same manner as the clamps. Mistress lit her long, white, filtered cigarette, which looked elegant with her opera length gloves, as the two nude slaves fumbled around with their locks.

The nipple clamps were proving to be an excellent distraction, and a task that should have been a few seconds nearly took half a minute. However, they managed to remove the locks and free their penises, which stood at attention as the cool evening air touched them for the first time in what felt like ages.

They each took a deep breath, almost in unison. Were they going to make it? Could they last as long as their Mistress desired? With the clamps, and the duration of the chastity hell they had willing placed themselves in, the answer looked to be not too terribly long. They looked sheepishly at their Mistress who laughed at their distress. She just smiled that devilish smile, took a small drag from her recently lit cigarette and blew the smoke into the air above her.

“Well, boys. I want you to grab your little cocks, but don’t move a muscle until I tell you.” She giggled a little, almost like a schoolgirl, as the two slaves complied, taking their organs in hand.

Their Mistress took a long drag of her cigarette and gave her command, “Stroke for me.” And the game was on.

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