1. A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)


    Date: 4/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Romance, Slavery, Wife, Author: Nightside, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    secure. “How does this come undone?” I asked Arnold. He smiled and said, “It is controlled by an RFID that I’ve installed into your wedding ring. Gail’s will be the same. Short of using a blowtorch, only your hand- or at least whosever hand wears the ring- will be able to open either collar, any of the cuffs, or the chastity devices I’ve had made for both of them.” I could not hide my surprise as I looked down at Mike’s entrapped cock, noticing the lack of a padlock or keyhole. “I’m impressed, Arnold, and I don’t impress easily when it comes to tech.” The look that crossed the features of my soon-to-be father-in-law was just enough to make me worry. “Just wait until tomorrow, son.” He left leaving his words to hang in the air. I woke up the morning of the wedding, horny, nervous, and knowing nothing more about the ceremony than that it was happening later that day. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, finding breakfast laid out, coffee hot and poured, my tablet sitting next to my plate, and Mike kneeling by my chair. I looked at him questioningly as I took a seat, and he blushed. “Since it’s such a special day, Master, I thought I would act appropriately,” he said, quietly. I took a bite and looked down at him as I chewed. “You know that I can’t take that off of you yet, right?” He nodded, still keeping his eyes down. “Yes, Master. That doesn’t matter at the moment. Today is for Gail and You.” I chuckled, scruffed his hair, and set in on my breakfast, paging through the ...
    news. When I finished eating, I sat back and spread my legs. Mike blushed but kept his distance. “Master Arnold said you were not allowed relief until after the ceremony, Master. Remember?” Well, fuck. I remembered him saying that as we fitted Mike’s cocktrap. He even offered to put on one me until the start of the ceremony. I declined, of course, citing that I could manage. I sighed in frustration, my erection seeming to pulse in anger at being ignored. “Fine. I’m going to hit the shower. Lay out our outfits for the wedding. I’ll call the Jeffries for our ride once we’re dressed.” I heard him mumble something as I headed back upstairs to clean up. The hot water felt great as I washed. I indulged and stroked myself slowly, imagining both of my sluts kneeling in front of me, waiting. I edged, but stopped before letting myself cum. How could I punish them for losing control if I didn’t keep it myself? I finished showering quickly, feeling a bit grumpy at my frustration. As I stepped out into the bedroom, still drying my hair, I noticed the bed was made, but empty. “Mike?” I called. “I thought I told you to lay out our outfits for today.” It was unlike him to be this blatant about disobeying me. He padded in, still wearing nothing but his collar and cage. “Master, the boxes and bags that were sent over were all empty. All I could find was a note stating that we were only to wear the contents of the boxes. He held out the note. I snatched it, reading it twice to make sure I could ...
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