Chapter 5: Chinese Finger Cuffs

Continued from chapter 4:

The silk bondage ties render me helpless, bound on my forearms and knees, spread open before them, with my pleated skirt pulled up and my panties still bunched up in the hollows of my knees. Bethanny pats my helpless behind, her touch possessive.

“Don't go anywhere, Sweet Candy. Katie and I are going to get changed, into something a little more comfortable for us and a little less comfortable for you...”

She chuckles darkly, admiring my bound form, drinking in the sight of my vulnerability.

“Become one with the satin, sweet Candy. Relax and let it hold you in place. This is just the beginning of your night of debauchery.”

She runs a possessive hand over my upturned bottom, spanking the punished flesh.

“After all, someone needs to keep our naughty Candy Sweetbottom in line. We are going to make your bottom very sweet indeed.”

She leans down to murmur in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

Chapter 5:

Both leave and return in about five minutes. Bethanny Domin looks powerful and in control, wearing a leopard print satin bra, panty, and garter set. Katie looks absolutely delicious in a lavender satin bra and panty set with pink lace trim and pink satin bows. Both have strapped on long, pink, lifelike phalluses.

Katie curtseys and says,

“Like what you see, Candy Sweetbottom? I'm here to cater to your every need... well, almost every need.” She winks salaciously, holding a silver bowl in one hand.

Bethanny holds a small paddle in one hand, filled with holes, and a jar of lubrication in the other.

“Well, well, don't you look like a tasty little morsel all tied up like that.” She traces a sharp nail along my jawline, tilting my chin up to meet her piercing gaze.

“I hope you're ready for the ride of your life, my sweet little Candy. Momma Domin is going to make your bottom ever so sweet.”

I thrash to get away, but the satin holds me fast, naked, hairless, and my helpless raised opening winking and fluttering in anticipation of what is going to happen to me.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we, Katie?” Bethanny Domin asks, stepping up behind me.

“Put the bowl under him. You take the front, I’ll take the back. Let’s turn him into a pair of Chinese finger cuffs.”

She positions herself behind me, gripping my hips with a bruising hold as she lines up the thick head of her strap-on with my quivering entrance.

“Hold still, Candy Sweetbottom. Fighting will only make this hurt more.”

Before sliding in, she teases my anus with a generous dollop of lubrication. With a brutal thrust of her hips, she thrusts half of her length inside me, stretching me obscenely around the invading silicone.

Katie kneels in front of me, angling the bowl beneath my straining erection.

“Mmm, looks like someone is enjoying their punishment. Don’t worry, baby girl, we’ll milk you dry.”

With the bowl positioned, she rubs the head of her pink phallus over my lips.

“Open, please, Candy.”

I part my lips, and I am transformed into a pair of Chinese finger cuffs as I suckle, allowing Katie to make love to my face while Mrs. Domin fucks my back door. She taps my prostate, her slippery, lubricated fingers working in tandem to coax my arousal, milking my erection into the silver bowl below.

The steady hum of vibration fills the air as I realize both strap-ons are two-way. Bethanny and Katie moan with ecstasy, their movements slow and deliberate as they piston in and out of me.

Mrs. Domin sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with animalistic fervor, each thrust aimed at my sensitive prostate.

“That’s it, take it like the sweet bottom sissy that you are. Momma is going to fill you full of warm, creamy custard.”

Her fingers work my shaft in perfect rhythm with her thrusts—twisting and squeezing, coaxing out bead after bead of pre-cum that drips into the silver bowl beneath me.

Katie hilts herself deep within my throat, holding me in place as she grinds against my face.

“Glrk glrk glrk", I gag around her length.

"Mmmm yeah, swallow me whole, Candy. Relax your throat and get ready for me to fill it with my sweet and salty cum.”

She pulls back slightly, allowing me to gasp for air before plunging back in, establishing a ruthless rhythm.

In this moment, I fully embrace my identity as Candy Sweetbottom. I forget everything I used to be, surrendering to the satin binding me in place and to my two tormentors—Katie’s phallus brushing the back of my throat while Bethanny continues to taunt my prostate.

Bethanny senses my submission, my complete surrender. Her thrusts become erratic, chasing her own pleasure. The phallus filling, me pulses and jerks, responding to her need.

“Yes, yes, YES! Take it all, you sassy puss. You are about to me my little cream filled eclair."

With a guttural moan, she buries herself to the hilt, her hips jerking as she finds her release. Thick ropes of synthetic semen paint my insides, marking me as her property.

The combination of her thrusts and the relentless tapping at my prostate sends me over the edge, and I go rigid, screaming around the large phallus filling my mouth. Ropes of pleasure erupt from the tip of my penis, filling the bowl with a series of tink-tink-tink sounds.

Mrs. Domin slows her pace, gently milking my penis as she taps my prostate. It is the biggest release of my life, and when I am finished, the bowl is full to the brim with my sticky, pearly fluid.

At the same moment, Katie hilts herself one final time, flooding my mouth and throat with her own essence.

“Swallow it all, Candy Sweetbottom. Don’t spill a single drop of your Mistress’ seed.”

Warm, slightly salty, and incredibly sticky fluid coats my throat before filling my mouth as Katie empties herself into me. I swallow as much as I can before I ****, sticky white fluid spilling over my lips and down my chin.

Mrs. Domin remains buried inside me, savoring the sensation of my tight heat clenching around her softening strap-on.

“Mmm, such a good princess, taking both of us so well.”

She reaches around to tickle my taint.

“Look at you, stuffed full of cock and cum, just like a proper set of Chinese finger cuffs.”

Katie withdraws from my mouth, a string of synthetic semen connecting her tip to my swollen lips.

“Clean yourself up, Candy Sweetbottom. Lick up every drop like the messy slut you are.”

She offers me the bowl containing my own release, mixed with the overflow from my stuffed holes.

Bethanny Domin starts to slowly rock her hips again, stirring the load inside me.

“One more round, my sweet little Candy.”

As a grinning Katie tips the bowl to my lips, I slowly drink my cooling semen and swallow it dry, the inside of my mouth coated with the sticky fluid.

I relax into my satin bondage, as Katie’s mom begins to stir the batter inside of me with a gentle rocking of her hips. She continues her gentle rocking, the motion causing her spent strap-on to churn the thick mixture of lube and cum inside me.

“Such an obedient little fucktoy, cleaning up every drop.” She praises me, her voice husky with satisfaction.

“Now, let's see how many more loads this greedy hole can take.”

Katie slides the empty bowl back under me and moves behind me, trailing teasing fingers over my sweat-slick skin.

“Ready for round two, Candy Sweetbottom? Mom, let me have a turn fucking her bottom. You can have her sweet mouth.”

She pinches and rolls my nipples between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my oversensitized body.

A wicked grin spreads across Mrs. Domin’s face at Katie's suggestion.

“Mmm, I like the way you think, darling. Let's tag team this little sissy miss properly.”

She carefully extracts her strap-on from my stretched hole, a trickle of combined fluids following in its wake.

To be continued in chapter 6...