I wanted to scream I felt so happy. My knees trembled with anxious anticipation. I was going to enjoy this. I knew it would be one of the greatest feelings I'd ever experienced in my whole life. I just knew it would be.

Before I was even touched, my pussy began to pulse and ache warm excitement out through my engorged lips.

Mistress walked around behind me and soon, I felt her perfect tongue, tease my horny slit.

"Ohh!" Mistress squeaked, delighted. "She has never tasted so sweet, ladies! It's like pure, concentrated, sexual hunger. And it's just dripping from this adorable, little woman."

I felt my eyes roll back into my head as she slid her tongue up and down my tender opening. It was an unreal sensation.

Mistress gave my pussy a few more gentle, teasingly-slow licks and then put her fingers inside me. My soaking lips opened up for her effortlessly.

I instantly wanted to cum.

"Mmm, I can see your little bum, squeezing and pushing that cute plug in your asshole," Mistress commented, amused.

I was going to cum. I felt my pussy throbbing with wet hunger as the fingers fucked it. The stocks held my arms and neck rigidly in place. If they hadn't, I would have been flailing around uncontrollably.

I began to whine and pant like a cat in heat.

Mistress stopped her wrist and fingers as my noise increased. But, I couldn't bear not to have the pleasurable sensations continue, so I pushed my hips back as greedily as I could.

Her fingers sat still in my cunt, motionless. But I was able to glean more than enough enjoyment from this grinding, to continue closing in on my orgasm.

I had wandered, suffering, alone in the darkness for hours and hours and now my Mistress was filling my pussy with her perfect, fucking fingers!

"Look at this," Mistress giggled to her friends. "Look how horny we've made this girl. She literally can't control herself."

Mistress gave my ass a good, hard spank. "Stop it. Bad girl."

I used everything in my remaining power to cease my thrusting against Mistress' gloriously smooth, long fingers. It was like trying to stop yourself from taking a sip of water, when your dying of thirst and the cup is tilted against your lips.

"I'm fucking you, not the other way around, understand?" Mistress instructed.

Her shrill tone froze me to the core. I felt like a helpless, little girl, just wanting not to be in trouble. I trembled as I responded.

"Yes, my mistress. I understand."

I was momentarily paralyzed by fear. Had I misbehaved too badly? Was she going to stop?

Luckily, my worries were washed away as I felt the glorious digits come back to life inside my tight, hungry pussy.

Immediately, my cunt squeezed around them, throbbing and gushing with pleasure. My little asshole clenched around the plug locked in my bum.

She only had to push her rigid fingers in and out for a few seconds before I felt the orgasm start to build. It begged for me to release it out through my sweltering cunt.

Mistress stopped again, but this time was different. Her fingers cruelly slid out from my sopping hole.

I desperately wanted to scream in protest. It wasn't fair what was happening to me.

"It seems I've forgotten something. You still owe me one more orgasm before you're supposed to get your release. How could you have forgotten about me?"

I felt the blood drain from my head as I became dizzy in horror. How could I have forgotten about Mistress' pleasure?

"I... I don't," I sputtered. The words wouldn't come out properly. How could I answer when I didn't know myself?

"You see, ladies," Mistress explained, to the room, "the way her chastity works, she must give a certain amount of pleasure to her Mistress, before she, herself is allowed any real fulfillment. This way, she learns that her pleasure truly comes second."

She slapped my ass once again. I was hers. I was her prisoner, in all ways possible. However, I wanted to be owned by her. I needed it; despite the suffering it seemed to cause me.

"That wasn't an answer, dear," Mistress warned, turning her attention back to me. "You're making me feel unwanted. You were just thinking about yourself, weren't you?"

I nodded my head. I felt awful. I had just horribly disappointed the person I respected and cared for the most. The whole weight of the guilt crashed down on me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have forgotten that I hadn't made my beloved Mistress come?

"I'm afraid," she began, "that we may have to cut our little party short, ladies. It seems my little pet isn't as well trained as I thought she was. The submissive, loving and attentive girl I trained would never have forgotten her most important duty."

As Mistress spoke, I wanted to cry. She meant everything to me and I desperately wanted to show her that. I wanted to prove to her, that above all else, I wanted her pleasure and delight, not mine.

"But, I'm not that cruel," Mistress whispered, an inch from my mouth. "I'm going to let you decide what happens, darling. I will lick and finger you to orgasm, right now if you wish. But know that you will be disappointing me. Or," she paused, tracing her hand over my cheek and lips, "we can put your belt back on and reset your chastity release for two weeks from now. What would you like to do?"

This was the hardest decision I had ever had to make. How was I supposed to decide this? I wasn't even close to having a rational state of mind right now. I had been toyed, teased and denied for so long I could barely breathe. My lips and nose were soaked in the scent of other women's satisfied cunts and it made my mouth water uncontrollably. The idea of being locked back up and chaste for two more weeks petrified me. Would I be able to survive that?

The women around me seemed to be entertained by my horrible dilemma. Mistress had to shush them to keep them quiet.

"She needs to focus, this is a big decision for my little pet," Mistress explained, gently caressing my neck.

I had no choice. I couldn't betray my mistress. Not now, not after all of this. If I chose my own pleasure over hers, I wouldn't be her slave anymore; I'd be nothing. I've worked so hard to prove myself to Mistress; to let her know I would do anything for her. How could I ever believe that again, if I choose to cum selfishly?

"Mistress," I croaked, my body trembled as I tried to stop my voice from shaking. "I don't deserve an orgasm. I was selfish and I need to learn my lesson. Please let me prove to you how much I love and respect you!"

Mistress made a noise that I can't describe. It was quiet, but it made me believe that she was moved by what I'd said.

"Alright, sweetheart," she said, softly. "If that's what you want, I'll take care of it."

My heart had stopped beating. I was horrified about being put back in that belt. It wasn't until the locks were slid in and clicked shut, that I fully realized the torment that was to come.

"You're such a good girl, you know that?" Mistress commended. "I'm going to leave that little plug up your ass for the night though, alright?"

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, trying not to break down. The cold metal blocking my throbbing sex hole quickly became wet with my arousal.

She released me from the stocks and had the leash attached to my collar before I knew it.

"Even good girls need to be punished from time to time, hmm?" Mistress mused, walking me out of the room. "The hard plug in your tight, little asshole will remind you to never take our relationship for granted. You are such a lucky pet, aren't you? You get to be the sole recipient of all of my love and attention. Is that still what you want, darling?" She stopped me, awaiting my answer.

I took an extra long moment to respond. I wanted Mistress to know my answer was true and I also wanted to know, myself. "Yes, my mistress. This has been a dream of mine for years, since I first fantasized about you..."

Mistress ran her fingers through my hair and I was able to press the side of my face against one of her warm, nylon legs. For that very brief moment, I was in heaven.

A few minutes later, in the basement, my blindfold was off and I was in the quiet cage. It was called the quiet cage, because I wasn't to make a sound when I was inside.

After she locked me in, Mistress explained that that was where I was to spend the night.

It was basically a large dog cage lined with a couple of blankets. It was a place for bad girls to learn their lesson.

If I had to pee during the night, I could either hold it, or, there was a small dish outside the cage I could pull in and use. It was very awkward squatting over the small saucer, but do-able. Of course, if I made a mess, I was pretty much stuck sitting in it until morning.

After turning the light off in the room, Mistress moved to close the door, but hesitated.

"I'm sorry for this, sweetheart," she admitted, seeming quite genuine. "But, rules are rules and if I don't stick to them and remain stern with you, you might lose respect for me. And neither of us want that."

She closed the door slowly, but paused again before the light was completely snuffed out. "Try not to think about your chastity, or the urges in between your young legs. Just know how much I love you and how much fun we'll have together in the future."

The door finally closed.

"I love you." My whispered response was inaudible in the lonely darkness.

I repositioned myself in the small, uncomfortable cage. It didn't bother me nearly as much as my locked pussy did.

Despite Mistress' advice, I couldn't help thinking about everything that had happened and how close I had been to getting my orgasm. I tried to settle myself down, but couldn't. I felt my pulse race and my crotch only seemed to get hotter and wetter as time went by. I hated myself for screwing up. Mistress was really disappointed and I hated knowing that I could have acted differently and avoided all of this.

I would never make that mistake again! I would never put my own needs above hers! I wanted to be her one and only. I wanted to be the pet that met all of her needs and filled her with a special feeling a love she couldn't get anywhere else.

I got a magical feeling, sitting in that cage, pussy locked and ass plugged, knowing Mistress knew I was doing it all for her. That was my reward; the one thing that kept me going.

Time ticked by. I started to panic when I thought about the idea of her getting another naughty pet to replace me. I couldn't stand the thought.

I started to cry as I wondered if Mistress cared about me the way I hoped she did.

An hour must have passed. Unfortunately, my pussy still throbbed with neediness. I couldn't ignore it. Every once in a while, I'd hear some heels click by overhead. It was hard not thinking about the sexy feet and legs attached to them.

I kept having in depth, detailed fantasies about Mistress fingering me. I thought about the beautiful women I was given the privilege of serving.

I thought about the taste of their cunts and how good their orgasms must have felt...

Being forced to spend the night in here, alone with my denied urges and horribly arousing thoughts was torture. I didn't know if I could handle it much longer.

I tried to close my eyes and sleep.

I tried to let the time pass.

I tried to get comfortable on the tiny blanket.

My horny desires would never be answered. I knew it. I would have to wait another two–

I heard a noise: a sharp creak from up above me. I cracked my eyes and tilted my head. A sliver of light split the darkness wide open.

Footsteps came down the stairs. I strained to see who it was, but my eyes hadn't adjusted yet.

The footsteps stopped beside me, and soon my cage was opened up.

"Come on out," Mistress called, matter-of-factly.

I was confused. It hadn't been a whole night; it had barely been an hour. Why was Mistress taking me out of my cage? I desperately wanted to know, but never dared to speak out of turn. Was I being taken out to be further punished or humiliated?

Mistress didn't say another word to me as I was leashed and taken upstairs. As I followed her on my hands and knees, I felt like her little puppy. Every time she paused or slowed down, I'd gently rub my face against her nylon leg and take in her perfect scent. She was a woman, pure and beautiful. And I was hers, entirely.

I was taken back into the living room, where remnants of the party still remained. The women were quiet.

"Eyes down. You aren't to look up at anyone," Mistress instructed, coldly.

I dropped my head quickly and followed my mistress' heels to the base of the stocks.

I was put back within their restrictive bonds, standing at a right angle, legs spread and wrists locked on both sides of my head. I was too scared to shut my eyes, but I kept them pointed straight down at the floor.

What was about to happen to me? I had no idea. Fears started to grow in my mind. Would I be spanked hard, over and over? Would my plug be taken out and replaced with something bigger and more uncomfortable? Would I be used to pleasure more of these women, while staying miserably denied?

I felt like they were all standing around just watching me struggle with my internal desires and fears. Finally, after a few agonizing minutes of silence, Mistress spoke to me.

"My, little pet! I'm so sorry for that," she offered, intensely apologetic. "These ladies got the best of me."

Mistress walked into my view and pushed her lovely crotch in my face. I immediately nuzzled my nose into it. Her immensely inviting aroma overwhelmed me as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"They thought it would be entertaining to give you one, tiny, extra test."

A test? I had no idea what she was talking about, but I wasn't about to get my hopes up. I would never make that mistake again.

The feeling of her hand in my hair while I breathed her in was pure happiness. I loved her. I loved her with my whole being. I hoped she knew that.

"Just to tease you and push your limits, one last time," Mistress explained, tenderly. "I can't believe how well you behaved through it all. It was heartbreaking doing that to you, but it almost brought tears to my eyes seeing you so lovingly obedient."

I was still confused. I thought I'd deserved the punishment. My pussy throbbed, begging to be relieved. Again, I tried to ignore it so I could focus on what Mistress was telling me. However, the plug in my ass was impossible to ignore. It seemed to radiate sexual tension into my belly and loins.

"What's wrong, hun?" Mistress begged, pulling her panties from my nose. She bent down to look at me. "Do you forgive me?"

"Mistress," I croaked, unsure of what to say or do. "Mistress, I'm not sure I understand. I didn't give you your orgasm, and I deserved to be punished for that. I'm confused. I'm sorry. Truly, I'm sorry and it won't ever happen again."

The women in the room let out a laugh. Mistress chuckled cutely, as only she could.

"Oh, my sweet, little girl," she sighed, still giggling. She moved around behind me and unlocked the metal plate covering my swollen cunt. "Would you like your orgasm now?"

At this point, I was truly confused. Every fiber of my being begged me to say yes. My clit was buzzing it was so hard and wet. It ached and pleaded to be touched. But I couldn't risk betraying my mistress' trust again!

"No, Mistress!" I snapped, a little too sharply. I was losing control of my faculties.

"No?" She asked, surprised. "Why not, sweetie?"

"Because I don't deserve an orgasm! I didn't give you yours, I definitely don't deserve mine," I cried, breaking down.

"But, hunny," she sang, pushing a finger against my dripping femininity. "You did give me an orgasm. Two actually!"

Mistress probably read the profuse confusion on my face. She explained further.

"I was naughty and I have been playing with myself all night as I watched you please some of these ladies. Seeing you so loyal, obedient and desperate, I couldn't help myself. I just had to cum again and again."

My whole body became weightless. I was so happy and proud. Tears welled up in my eyes as Mistress' words echoed in my head. She was happy with me! I wasn't in trouble at all.

"Oh, my perfect, little pet," she moaned, curling her fingers inside my tight, sopping cunt. "It's time for your orgasm now."

I was worried this was some sort of trap. My senses had betrayed me before and I had no rational mind left to decipher reality anymore. But, this time, Mistress didn't even ask me, she just started to take me there.

The women around me moaned with delight, as they watched my gorgeous mistress fuck me.

I wanted to scream and weep it felt so incredible. Mistress' perfect fingers knew exactly where to touch me and how fast to move. They knew exactly how much pressure to put on every surface so that liquid excitement dripped uncontrollably from my hole.

"How does that feel, sweetheart?" Mistress asked, knowing the answer.

"Thank you, Mistress!" I sobbed. "I can't describe it. It feels better than anything I can remember!"

I felt my tight, pink ring squeeze around the plug locked in my ass. The wet sensation became so pleasurable, I felt dizzy. I was so fully filled and soaking I couldn't believe it. My body shuddered with feelings of intense bliss, and they were only getting stronger.

My toes curled tight and it felt like I was going to have some sort of explosion in between my legs.

Everything inside me contracted tight. I panted heavily before my lungs stopped working. I could no longer breathe.

As Mistress' perfect, wet fingers slowly fucked me over the edge, I had a transcendent sting of pleasure run through every inch of my naughty body. My asshole squeezed around the metal plug, giving me tremors of hot, horny bliss.

I started to gush. I could feel my hot juices pour down Mistress' hand and fingers with every one of her increasingly aggressive pumps. She wanted me to cum now and she wanted me to cum hard.

Then it hit. Finally and overwhelmingly, my body convulsed. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I just stood there, bent over in the stocks and felt the incredible surge of ecstasy push violently through my sweaty, pink body.

I shrieked as air finally found its way back into my lungs and I pushed back on Mistress' fingers. I squeezed my naughty pussy around her thrusting fingers and cried with pleasure. I fucked myself as hard as I could.

I came so strongly that I saw a small puddle on the carpet between my feet. I couldn't believe I had just had that done to me in front of all these strange women. I was so happy that Mistress loved me enough to give this to me.

Eventually, when my throbbing, trembling cunt finally settled down, Mistress removed her fingers and gave me the pleasure of cleaning them off.

She was right when she said I tasted extra sweet. My cum was like syrup soaked in womanly perfume.

"Good girl," she whispered, rotating her fingers over my tongue.

I sucked and slurped, loving every second of this naughty, erotic act.

It was easily the best orgasm of my life and I savored getting to suck its remnants from my Mistress' hand. I desperately wanted to show her how thankful I was and I knew how much it turned her on to see me tasting myself.

~

I was left in the stocks for a while as the party was brought to a close.

Mistress eventually returned to lock my pussy back up in its belt. She then let me out of the stocks with instructions to go take a long, cleansing shower.

After I got out of the shower and put on some pretty clothes Mistress had laid out for me, I got to work. The guests had all left and there was a mess to attend to.

For the first time in weeks, the chastity belt seemed redundant around my waist, as I could barely imagine touching my pussy right now. I don't think I'd ever felt so completely fulfilled and satisfied.

I spent the rest of the evening tidying the living room and doing all of the dishes. It took me a couple of hours, but I didn't mind at all.

I have to admit, by the end of the night, the plug Mistress had left in my ass, was already making me horny again. Luckily, by the time my head hit the pillow, I was ready to pass out.

The next day, while doing my morning chores. I spied the chastity schedule on the wall. My next release date was set two months from now! I tried to imagine what two months of being Mistress' teased pet would be like, but couldn't.

I had better be a good girl.

THE END

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