The Set-Up
The room is dimly lit, as I’m nervously waiting. I'm kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but my white stockings with high heels, a lace collar around my neck and my princess plug nested deep inside my tight little asshole as a constant reminder of my submission to my Dom.
I’ve never done anything like this before, and everything feels so new—so foreign, yet intoxicating. I’ve only recently begun to learn what it means to be his, and each moment feels like I’m unraveling a part of myself I didn’t even know existed. It’s strange, this need to be controlled, this deep craving for his approval. I’ve only ever fantasized about things like this before, until I met him. At first, the idea of submitting to someone in real life terrified me. The thought of giving up control, letting someone else dictate my every move—my body—was something I never thought I could handle. But now, it feels like an addiction, a hunger I can’t deny.
When I first started training under him, I was a mess of nerves and hesitation. The first time he told me to kneel, my heart raced with panic, but I couldn’t help the way my body responded to him. I was desperate to please him, even though I didn’t fully understand why. His commands were strict, precise, and I obeyed them as best I could, though I often second-guessed myself, unsure if I was doing enough. He never let me get away with less than my best, and somehow that pushed me further, deeper into this role I only fantasized about before.
I’ve learned so much over the past few months. But the past few weeks have left me aching with arousal. For two weeks long my Dom made me edge every day, three times a day, while giving him a blowjob. I wasn't allowed to stop edging until he would cum, which did not only made it challenging to edge, but after two weeks had left me craving for an orgasm. Strangely enough however, my Dom insisted on wearing a condom for the past two weeks while giving him a blowjob, and make me collect the cum-filled condoms. I wasn't sure why he made me do this, but I'm sure he had some plan with that, as my Dom never does anything without reason.
As I’m kneeling, awaiting the return of my Dom, suddenly the door opens. My Dom steps in, but to my surprise, he's not alone. A leash dangles from his hand, with on the other end another girl, leading her into the room.
The girl is pretty, about my age, with long sandy-blonde hair, with big blue eyes and big, pouty lips clearly enhanced with lip fillers, like I did myself. She's wearing nothing more than a pair of black stockings, a leather collar with a leash on it and a pair of stripper high heels. She's very slender but curvy, with a toned stomach and wide hips, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. A large tattoo traces the curve of her perfect, big round butt, drawing even more attention to it, as she sways her hips confidently around as she walks towards me with a confident stride. She has big round bolted-on boobs, clearly silicone, standing upright and close together with her small nipples perking up, as I notice she has both her nipples pierced with bars glistening in the light.
As she gets closer, I notice something else glistening in the light, between her legs there's another piercing, placed right on top of her clit, which looks to be a vertical clit hood piercing. As she turns around to kneel beside me, I can see her perfectly rounded butt, with between it a princess plug nested in between them, as she kneels down.
As we kneel next to each other, my Dom unhooks the leash from her.
“This is Andrea,” my Dom introduces us. “Her Dom has lent me her for the day to join you in your challenge for those.”
He begins explaining the rules, but I can barely focus. Andrea is so poised, so confident. Every inch of her screams experience, from the way she carries herself to the slight, almost smug curve of her lips. This girl, this perfectly trained sub, who moves with such assurance, like she’s been here before—no hesitation, no doubt in her mind.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. I know my Dom expects the best from me, but looking at Andrea, I’m suddenly unsure if I’m up to the task. She’s got the look of someone who knows exactly how to handle herself, someone who’s been molded for this, while I’m still fumbling my way through, trying to meet his every expectation. I can feel my body tighten with anxiety. I’ve only just begun to learn what it means to submit, and now I’m faced with someone who’s already perfected it. I can’t lose. I won’t lose.
My Dom paces in front of us, shifting his gaze between the two of us as he explains the challenge to us. “Both of you have been on edge and denial for the past two weeks,” he continues. “You've both been edging three times a day like desperate little sluts, while giving your Dom a blowjob. And both of you have collected the evidence of those blowjobs, into the condoms you've both been collecting for the past two weeks.”
“You will both be competing today against each other in a series of challenges,” my Dom continues, as I can barely take my eyes off the pile of condoms in the bucket in front of me. “The goal of these challenges is very simple: neither of you are allowed to cum, BUT your goal is to try to make the other slut cum. The first desperate little whore that cums without permission loses the competition and will be punished for being the needy little slut that she is.”
My Dom walks to the other side of the room and grabs two buckets. He walks back and places the buckets right in front of us. I gaze into the bucket in front of me and feel a mixture of dread and nausea at the sight: Inside each bucket are the condoms both me and Andrea have been collecting over the past two weeks. As I look into the bucket in front of me, I can see a huge amount of condoms, each tied with a knot to keep the content from spilling out, each with a milky white cum filling. Just looking at it almost makes my stomach turn.
“The punishment is as followed,” my Dom continues as he paces up and down. “The loser will have to empty all the condoms from both buckets into her mouth, and swallow it like a good little cum whore. The winner gets to assist her. This will be a good reminder to think about other people's orgasms before they think selfishly of their own.”
My Dom’s voice is laced with a cruel edge as he makes the stakes unmistakably clear.
“And as an added bonus for being so greedy to cum,” he continues, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “The loser will be on orgasm denial for the next two months. So you little sluts better make sure you do your absolute best and don’t cum before you’ve made the other girl cum.”
The weight of his words settles heavily between us. Andrea’s smirk fades slightly as she takes in the severity of the punishment, and I feel my own nerves prickling to the surface, the stakes now more daunting than ever. This isn’t just a game—this is a test of control, willpower, and endurance, and my Dom won’t tolerate failure.
He gives a curt nod. “Now, let’s see what you’re both made of.”
The First Challenge
My Dom steps between us, his gaze lingering as he sizes up our anticipation. I keep my eyes lowered, feeling the weight of his presence even as I sense Andrea’s steady calm beside me.
“Now, here’s the first challenge,” he begins, his voice carrying a commanding edge. “You desperate little sluts are going to be kneeling across from each other, and using only your fingers to rub each other’s desperate little clits. No slipping inside those greedy holes, no wandering off to touch anywhere else. Just pure, focused attention on that desperate, throbbing little clit of each other.”
I swallow, feeling my pulse quicken, heat rising in my cheeks. Andrea shifts slightly beside me, her gaze still fixed ahead, her face betraying nothing.
His tone deepens. “Your one goal here is to try and make each other lose control. You’ll focus every ounce of energy on breaking her first. Because if either one of you horny little bitches can’t handle it—if you can’t control your own desperate need for five minutes…” He glances pointedly at the bucket of condoms, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Well, you know the punishment waiting for the loser.”
Andrea’s gaze finally meets mine, her blue eyes sparking with silent confidence that feels like a taunt. I feel my own determination solidify—no way am I going to be the one to lose control first. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
My Dom paces back, positioning himself to observe every inch of us. “Now, get into position and look at each other like the greedy little sluts you are. "Look at each other like the greedy little sluts you are. Let’s see which of you breaks first, unable to resist cumming like the desperately horny little cum-dump you know you are." He pauses, then smirks. “Ready?”
Andrea and I scramble to comply, kneeling across from each other, on our knees, facing each other, the tension between us as palpable as the heat radiating from our flushed skin. I lift my gaze to meet hers, and my breath hitches. Andrea's eyes gleam with confidence, her pouty lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. She looks like she’s already won, and the sheer intensity of her presence threatens to unravel me. I struggle to compose myself, to steady my own expression into a mask of determination, but doubt creeps in at the edges. Does she sense my hesitation? My vulnerability?
Andrea extends her hand, her manicured fingers hovering only inches from my swollen clit. Her movements are precise, almost taunting, as though she’s savoring the anticipation. The warmth emanating from her fingertips is a stark reminder of just how close we are, and it sends a jolt of arousal straight through me. I mimic her, positioning my hand only inches away from her throbbing clit, as I can already feel the warmth radiating from her swollen clit, giving away that she’s as desperate to cum as I am, despite her outward poise.
From the corner of my eye, I catch my Dom’s sharp gaze as he raises his hand, holding our focus in suspended tension. "Begin," he commands, his voice slicing through the thick silence.
Immediately we both vigorously begin rubbing each other’s clits, our fingers finding their targets with practiced precision. I focus every ounce of my willpower on Andrea’s throbbing clit, feeling her piercing jump around as I move my fingers over her swollen clit. Her body twitches slightly at my touch, and the soft hitch in her breath is enough to stoke my determination. If I can just push her over the edge first…
But Andrea is no novice. Her fingers circle my clit with a maddening rhythm, teasing and relentless. My breath catches, my hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure ripples through me. I grit my teeth, trying to block out the waves of sensation, to concentrate solely on her responses. She lets out a soft moan—more of a sigh, really—but her movements remain steady, controlled.
The room fills with the sounds of our shallow breaths and muted whimpers, the air thick with arousal and tension. My Dom circles us slowly, his presence a constant reminder of the stakes. His eyes flick between us, sharp and appraising, and the weight of his scrutiny only heightens the pressure.
Andrea’s tactic becomes clear as the minutes stretch on—she’s balancing her focus between driving me closer to the edge and reigning in her own desire. Her precision is maddening, her confidence unshaken, and for a fleeting moment, I falter. Can I really outlast her? The thought is dangerous, threatening to crack my resolve.
The fire between my legs builds mercilessly, a desperate ache that demands release. But I can’t—won’t—give in. Not yet. Not when the cost of failure looms so heavily over me.
The room is thick with the sounds of our breaths—shallow, quick—whimpers and sighs blending into the charged air, as we vigorously rub each other’s clits like two desperate lesbian sluts. My Dom paces around us. His gaze moves from one of us to the other, calculating, sharp, always appraising. Every time his eyes flick to me, my resolve falters, the pressure mounting with each passing second.
He stops abruptly, his voice slicing through the tension. “Look at the two of you,” he says, his tone laced with cruel amusement. “Two desperate little sluts, so greedy for release you can barely think straight. Rubbing and moaning like the needy whores you are, fighting for control you’re both bound to lose.”
His boots echo ominously on the floor as he circles us. “But tell me, which one of you is ready to give in first?” His gaze lands on me, and I feel the weight of it deep in my chest. “Because the moment you lose control…” he nods toward the containers of condoms, his smirk twisting cruelly, “You’ll be emptying all those condoms you’ve both been collecting into your greedy little mouth. Two weeks of cum—stale, thick, revolting. You’ll swallow every last drop, just like the good little cum-whore you are.”
My stomach churns, bile rising in my throat at the vividness of his words, but he’s not done. He crouches slightly, tilting his head as he taunts me. “Can you imagine it? The texture, the taste? Gagging on it as it slides down your throat? Because that’s what’s waiting for the loser here.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, turning his attention to Andrea. “Or maybe it’s you, Andrea,” he says, his voice mocking yet measured. “I see it—the way your thighs quiver every time she hits just the right spot. You’re so close, aren’t you? Teetering on the edge, aching for it. Just admit it—your body is screaming to cum, isn’t it?”
Andrea’s breathing hitches, and I see her confidence waver for just a moment. My Dom catches it immediately, a smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, I see that,” he sneers. “You’re not fooling anyone, Andrea. You’re just as desperate as she is. Both of you, so damn greedy, so damn wet, so damn ready to fail.”
His smirk deepens as he steps back, taking in the scene with cold satisfaction. “So, go on,” he urges. “Push each other harder. Make the other girl fail. Or…” His voice drops to a taunting whisper, laced with cruelty, “Just give in. Let me see it—the moment one of you breaks and condemns yourself to swallowing that bucket of filth.”
The air is thick with our moans, the desperation rising as we both try to hold back while desperately pushing each other to the edge. My clit throbs, my pussy is dripping, my body is aching. But I can feel Andrea’s body reacting too—her clit pulsing against my fingers as I rub my fingers smoothly over it, aided by her own pussy juices that work as a lubricant, while her clit hood piercing keeps jumping around underneath my fingers. Every touch, every movement, brings us closer to the point of no return. And yet, neither of us can give in—not yet.
"Time’s up, hands behind your back!" my Dom announces, his voice sharp and commanding, slicing through the tension that had been building in the room.
We both quickly place our hands behind our backs, hearts still racing. Relief floods through me, my body trembling as I finally exhale, but the aftershocks of nearly cumming still pulse through my sensitive core. Andrea’s body visibly relaxes as well, though her chest heaves with shallow breaths, and I can see the glint of frustration in her eyes. I can feel my pussy is soaking wet, dripping almost, as the cool air brushes over my throbbing clit in the absence of Andrea’s fingers.
My Dom takes a moment to assess us, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Well done, both of you. You managed to hold back, just barely. But now… let’s see how well you fare in the next challenge."
