It had happened too fast for me to put up a fight. The lady was undeniably imposing - six feet tall and witha glowing, red cascade of hair down her shoulders, and her gaze and stern voice kept me nervous. When she brought out the chastity device, pulling my cock and nuts inside a steady, tight sack and strapping it down in my cleft, making it almost invisible frontally if I'd put my legs close together, I froze and realized too late that she had sort of castrated me. Still worse, I noticed that there was nothing covering my rear orifice: now i had my cock trapped, but instead a hole in my behind that she might put to use sooner or later! the fact that she also ordered me to cuff my hands behind my back had a frightening logic to me, but I wanted to please, and pictures of bound women, detective mag style, had always fascinated me. Even as I obeyed though, I knew witha shiver it would render me helpless. She had cunningly teased me into nearly the same position as her submissive girl. Cripes!
"What's your name, cunt?" she asked.
"I bit my tongue: "Harriet" I said, a name I had sometimes used when crossdressing and on the web.
"Why are you here, slut Harriet? Why are you kneeling and handcuffed?"
I looked around the bone white walls of the room and peered at the girl I had made suck me off. Sought for words. The Dominant woman finally snapped her fiungers, "Well?"
"Slut Harriet...begs forgiveness for...for using your girl"
She laughed with an evil, dismissive tone. "Forgiveness? Just like that? Hha, that's too..." No, no. You're too dumb to get it - as yet!" Pause. "Say after me: Slut Harriet begs to be punished for using Your pet".
"Slut Harriet begs..." I started and then went blood red and halted, as I realized the full import of the words.