Blurring Lines

We snuggle a while before we hear a light tapping on the bedroom door.

“Everyone decent in there?” We hear Emma's voice.

“Hold on.” Her sister calls back. Together, sweaty and messy as we were, we get in under the blankets. “Come in.”

In strides not Emma but Mistress Selena. She comes to the foot of our bed, takes a wide powerful stance, and puts both hands on her hips. She shifts her weight to one side.

“Well? Did I cuck him?”

Jane giggles. “Oh, I'd say so. My god Mistress, you filled me up so damn good. Your cock felt amazing. Poor guy couldn't hold a candle to you Mistress Selena.”

“HA!” The Mistress grins. “So...you gonna cage him like I said?”

Cage me!? What?

My girlfriend shakes her head. “No, I think he's fine as is. I like him free.” She snuggles up and kisses my chest. “He's learning his place. He's coming along just fine.”

Mistress Selena rolls her eyes. “You are too good too him you know. Cucks don't deserve that sort of consideration.” With that she walks slowly around to my side of the bed and looks down at me derisively. “Fucking pathetic. Listen cuck. You can keep my cock. Throw it on if you want another good cuckolding, or if you just want to pretend to be a real man for a while. Just remember whose cock you're wearing.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I say.

My girlfriend giggles again and echoes my words. “He he he. Oh! Thank you Mistress! Thank you very much!”

The Mistress then sits on the bed at my side. Reaching up...she removes her mask. Her taut face softens.

Emma smiles. “Hi John.”

I chuckle. “Well hello Emma.”

“You okay? Was I too hard on you?” She pats my chest.

I shake my head. “I'm fine. I had fun. God! When you get into character you really get into character!”

“Good.” She leans down and kisses me. “You are one weird dude John.” She then leans across and kisses her sister. “You have fun?”

“Oh my god yes!” Jane says. “Ohhhh...thank you Emma.”

I then say. “Fuck, the Mistress is fucking scary! I thought you might actually hurt me!”

She laughs. “Mess with the cat, you get the claws.”

“Ha ha ha! Catwoman, Jesus Christ. And you call me weird.” I reply.

She just smiles. “You should see my Harley Quinn.” She stands back up again. “I'm going to go. It looks like you guys would rather be alone.”

My girl cuddles up to me. “Yeah, love you Sis. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

Emma nods. “Talk to you tomorrow. See you later John.”

This sudden moment of relative normalcy was so odd after all that had just taken place between us. “See you later Emma. And thanks.”

She chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief. “Yeah, you're welcome. I guess.” She turns and leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind her. A minute or two later we hear the front door close.

Jane and I snuggle for a time. Nuzzling, caressing, kissing, little lover's laughs. She finally kisses my lips. “Ohhh fuck, my ass is positively glowing!” She hums happily. “Let's go get cleaned up...again!” She giggles.

With a wave of her arm she pulls the covers from us both. I see my spunk dried on her lower belly. She sees me...utterly wrecked manhood. My cock was shriveled to a nub and glowing pink and I swear my balls seemed puffy and had a purplish hue to them.

“Ohhh my goodness!” She says in sympathy. “Ohhh, look at my poor little guy! Oh baby, I think we wore him right out!”

“Shit babe, I'm not surprised. I've never cum so much in my life!”

She lets out one of those commiserating “ohhhh, I feel for you” sorts of laughs. Rolling out of bed she takes my hand. “Come on fella, let's go.”

Together we go and clean up once more. Jane is VERY cuddly and goes on and on about how “happy” her tushie was after the anal and even subtly suggests that I need to try it sometime. After we dry off she takes a clean cloth and some of her facial moisturizer and leads me, nude, out into the living room.

“Sit here baby.” She says. Oh fuck, surely she didn't have plans after all that!

“Uh, I can't...uh...”

She laughs. “I know, I know. Just sit.”

I do as she says. She heads to the kitchen area and wets the cloth then puts it in the freezer. She then comes back and takes a seat on the floor between my feet. She sits and looks at my package. It was pulled in tight. It was as small and compact as it could be, like a turtle trying to retract in self defense. Leaning in she gives my flaccid penis the gentlest little kiss.

“Poor little guy. He did his best today, didn't he? Was that his best? Yeah, it was. Poor little guy.” She says soft, as if speaking to it. She then dollops a small amount of the moisturizer on her fingers and very carefully applies it to my tender manhood. “He's so cute. Good thing I love cute things.”

I gasp and flinch to her touch, gentle as it was. She applies the soothing lotion all over my shrunken shaft and knob.

She then kisses my sore balls. “Stay still.” She gets up and goes to retrieve the cold wet cloth from the freezer. She takes her place at my feet once more then all at once drapes the frigid cloth over my already shrunken twig and berries.

“Oh!” I jolt upright. “Whooo...that's cold.” Cold...but it felt fucking amazing. I slowly relax back into the sofa. She gingerly tucks the cloth all around, and so too the wonderful coolness. This TLC was just what the doctor ordered, both in body and spirit. “Ahhhhhhh.” I sigh happily.

“How many times did you cum today?” She asks with a naughty grin.

“Uhhh god. I'm not sure. A lot!”

“Lucky boy.”

I couldn't argue with her. “Indeed.” I say. Looking into her beautiful brown eyes I whisper. “I'm a very lucky man. Thank you.”

She gives me a coy smile.

“Oh hey, I forgot to tell you. Micheal is a go!”

She perks right up. “Oh! How did you get him?”

I shrug. “Just the truth. He said he's ready when you are. We just have to call him.”

She kisses my thigh. “What a good cuck you are. Looking after your woman like that.” She lies her head on my leg and closes her eyes. “Mmmm, hot chocolate Micheal. Oh, I can't wait. I just can't wait. Mmmmm.”

Any other time I might have gotten excited about that, but my fire for the day had been completely extinguished. “Perhaps this weekend?” I ask.

She shrugs. “We'll see.” She is quiet for a time before finally saying. “If you're a good boy I might even let you watch.”

Might? But...that was the whole deal. I got to watch, that is how this works. She fucks my friends and I watch then get seconds. She said it with such confidence and so seriously though...was she for real or was this play? Mistress Selena had let me know in no uncertain terms that Jane was in charge of me sexually, but...that was part of the roleplay, wasn't it? Fantasy and reality was beginning to blur.

Leaving those foreboding words hanging in the air she smiles and comes up beside me. Taking the remote she turns on the television and starts up Netflix. As she browses through the selection of movies and shows I continue to look at her. How I wished I could read her mind right now.