Teaching my caged-up submissive boyfriend a lesson in cock worship

Matthew trembled in the dimly lit dungeon, his lithe body bound in ropes and chains. The chastity cage around his flaccid cock taunted him, a cruel reminder of his captive status. He was the willing slave to his dominant Mistress, Lady Seraphina, a tall, buxom woman with a wicked glint in her eye.

She stood before him, resplendent in a leather corset that squeezed her ample breasts together, and a miniskirt so short it barely covered her round ass. Her dark lipstick curled into a smirk as she surveyed her prized possession.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Matthew,” she purred, circling him like a predator eyeing its prey. “Cumming without my permission. Disobeying my commands. There must be consequences.”

She snapped her fingers and two other women entered the dungeon. They were scantily clad in latex mini-dresses, their bodies glistening with sweat. Both were introduced as Diana and Luna, and they were eager to assist in Matthew’s torment.

“Gentlemen, today we’re going to teach this wretched sub a lesson in cock worship,” Lady Seraphina began with a snap of her fingers. “Diana, Luna, strip off his clothes.”

The women didn’t hesitate, sharp nails clawing at his skin as they tore off his T-shirt. His pants were unceremoniously yanked down, and his chastity cage was exposed. Diana ran a finger along the bars, giggling cruelly at Matthew’s desperate whimper.

“Yes, I think he’s ready,” Luna cooed. She grabbed Matthew’s chin, forcing him to look into her stormy gray eyes. “Today, you’ll learn your place.”

Lady Seraphina nodded. “Worship begins now, Matthew. Suck his cock. Worship it. Make it yours.”

Luna and Diana grabbed his hair, forcing his head towards the massive, veiny cock jutting from the woman’s latex panties. The head was leaking copious amounts of precum, glistening obscenely in the low light.

Matthew whimpered, struggling against the ropes. But it was futile. His nostrils filled with the musky scent of male arousal as they forced his open lips around the thick shaft.

“Worship, slave,” Lady Seraphina commanded as Diana and Luna held him tight. “Tongue that cock like you mean it.”

Matthew obeyed, shame suffusing him as he licked around the bulbous head, savoring the salty taste of Luna’s precum. His own cock twitched, trapped and helpless in its cage.

“See how much your Mistress is enjoying this?” Lady Seraphina taunted. “Lick him like a good little cocksucker.”

Sobbing, shaking, Matthew did as he was told. He ran his tongue along the thick shaft, feeling the throbbing pulse against his lips. Luna gasped, babbling filthy words of praise.

“Good boy,” Lady Seraphina cooed. “Now take him deep. Choke on that cock.”

The women forced him forward, and Matthew sputtered as the thick rod hit the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes as he struggled to draw breath.

“That’s it. Deeper. You’ll swallow his load like a good slave,” Seraphina goaded.

Diana and Luna held him in place, their fingers twisting in his hair as they forced him to accept the hard shaft down his throat. Matthew gagged and choked, but he kept going, determined to obey his Mistress’s orders.

And then he felt it – the salty-sweet surge of Luna’s release hitting his tongue. Semen flooded his mouth, and he had no choice but to swallow.

“Serve her well,” Lady Seraphina commanded as Luna rocked against his face, riding out her orgasm.

Dazed, thoroughly used, Matthew remained still as the women slowly released their grip on him. His chin was sticky with spit and precum, his lips bruised and swollen.

“Gentlemen,” Seraphina said, circling the room once more, “I think that’s enough worshipping for now. Go wash up.”

With that, the women exited. Matthew remained where he was, slumped against his bonds, utterly spent.

Lady Seraphina locked the dungeon door behind them. “You did well, pet.”

She crouched down beside him, tipping his chin up to meet his eyes.

“You’re a good slave. Your punishment is over. When you’ve calmed down, I’ll lock you back in your cage and feed you.”

Matthew felt relief rush through him, along with equal measure of humiliation. But as Seraphina ran an almost tender finger along his cheek, he felt something else, too.

Satisfaction.

He had pleased his Mistress – and in serving her, he had satisfied his own cravings too. The ache in his throat, the stickiness of his chin, the throb of his neglected cock all served as reminders of his place and his purpose.

A thrill went through him as Seraphina left him to ponder his fate, leaving him with the desire for his next correction.

And with that, Matthew, thoroughly used and abused, sighed. Lord knows what lessons Lady Seraphina had planned for him next. But one thing was certain.

He couldn’t wait for his Mistress’s next command.