The teasing was having an incredible effect on me, both increasing my desire, lust and need and throwing me in a deeper state of submission than I had ever experienced before.

Kaitlyn knew it too.

"David," she said softly, snapping me back to awareness.

"Yes," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. But I need you to be ready." Her tone shifted to one of caring, almost as if she wanted to know I was alright. In her eyes I could see that she cared about me. I could also see something else about her, something that scared me. I knew at that moment that nothing would make her happier than seeing me suffer. That was they way, the only way, I could let her know I cared for her.

"Do you think you can do that for me?" she asked, almost playfully.

I nodded, my mouth feeling very dry. I relaxed gently into the cuffs on my wrists that held my arms suspended over my head.

"Good," she said, with a wicked smile, "I need to get ready myself." She turned and walked to the doorway.

"Marta!" she called, leaning her head out the door.

She turned around to see my expression, which was just as she anticipated, a mixture of fear, dread, and disbelief.

"Bring the collar," she added, barely able to hide her delight.

A few minutes later, Marta appeared, looking very pretty, but still walking uncomfortably after her night on the horse. She looked at me with coldness, staring directly into my eyes. I felt her gaze cut through me. Her lips curled into something sinister, not quite a smile and not quite a smirk. She was dressed in a very skimpy French maid uniform, complete with a little white apron, lace gloves, and a white lace choker. She looked beautiful, exuding a sexuality that I immediately felt drawn to.

Kaitlyn noticed and smiled. "Oh, David, this is going to be delightful. I wish I coud stay and watch."

She turned to Marta. "OK, put the collar on him."

Marta smiled and looked at me as she withdrew a small leather strap, with a box attached to it. As she approached, I saw the glint of small metal studs lining the inside of the collar. The next things I felt was her lace covered, gloved hand wrapped gently around my balls, pulling them firmly away from my body. Slowly and deliberately, she wrapped the leather collar around the base of my cock. She tugged it firmly, before continuing to wrap the collar around the top of my balls, ultimately cinching them tightly, buckling the collar shut and adding a small brass padlock, which shut with a delicate click.

The collar was tight, but felt good. I looked at Kaitlyn, the leather straps binding my cock and balls made me feel owned, totally and completely.

Kaitlyn smiled at me, and without turning away, said to Marta, "Show him."

Marta reached back into the bag and pulled out a small black key ring, with a small box attached. It looked like a key ring for cars with alarms. Marta smiled as she pressed the button.

Instantly, my whole body stiffened, starting in my cock, rippling through my legs, stomach, back and chest. What followed was a searing pain, in both my cock and balls, not so much like a shock, but a more general pain, which seemed to last forever, growing more and more intense before finally subsiding.

I was a mass of searing, intense pain, brought back to reality by the feeling that my throat had grown hoarse from screaming. Both Marta and Kaitlyn were laughing, or more to the point, giggling like two schoolgirls.

"No, no, no," Kaitlyn was telling her, "just once to show him, you can't keep doing it."

Marta looked disappointed, but nodded reluctantly.

Kaitlyn came over to me and let her hand rest on my cheek.

"Nasty, isn't it?" she hissed.

"If David doesn't want his little pee pee shocked again, all he has to do it follow instructions," she said as she reached up and released my left hand from its cuff.

She took my hand and turned it palm up, raising a tube of liquid, she squirted a large glob of it on my palm.

"Now wrap your hand around your cock, David," she instructed.

I obeyed, moaning as I felt the cool liquid spread over my straining cock.

"Now," Kaitlyn continued, "it's very simple. If you remove your hand from your cock, or if you stop moving it, Marta here is going to correct you. Understand?"

I looked at her wide eyed and pleaded, "Mistress, please, no."

"Sorry David," she said mater of factly, "this isn't open to debate."

She placed her delicate hand around my wrist and slowly moved it up and down the length of my cock. I whimpered softly, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations building up inside me.

"Now, don't stop, David," she whispered, "and," adding a tone which made me shiver, "don't you dare cum."

I slowly stroked, as she walked out the room, leaving me alone with Marta.

Once Kaitlyn had left, I pleaded with Marta, "Please let me go. You don't have to do this."

She pointed down at my hand which had stopped moving, "Don't make me push this already," she said sneering, "It is so much more fun to do it later."

I whimpered as I continued rubbing my cock very, very slowly. The sensation of the warm liquid bringing me very close to the edge.

I looked down, but I could feel Marta's eyes on me.

"Faster," she said from across the room.

I squirmed, still held up by my right wrist.

I stroked faster, the wet slippery sensations of my own hand driving me crazy. I stroked until the point where I could no longer hold back and then I reached down and pulled and tugged frantically at the collar wrapped around me, desperate to free my cock and balls from its grip.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty," Marta's chuckled, and the next thing I remember I was stiffening up again, as the collar send wave after wave of excruciating pain through my cock and balls.

"Pleeeeeeease," I screamed, only to be answered by the sound of Marta's laughter.

Desperate for it to stop, I began stroking myself again, trying to hold off the inevitable orgasm which seemed to be growing.

As I rubbed I tried to avoid all the most delicate and sensative spots. As I rubbed, the feeling grew, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Wrap your hand around it," Marta demanded, "all the way around it and squeeze it as you slide your hand up to the top. I want to hear squishy noises."

"No, please, I'll do anything," I begged.

"Hmmmmmm," Marta paused, "anything?"

I nodded frantically.

"Really? Anything?" she said again, her tone growing softer.

"God, yes, Marta, please," I whimpered.

She laughed, "Not a chance. Now do it!"

I screamed as I ran my hand up my cock, producing the squishy sound as the trapped lubricant slid out between my fingers. My hand reached the top and the tip of my cock slid out with a pop. I shook, trying to fend off the orgasm which was rising in my belly.

"Again," she said, her voice growing colder and more cruel.

I placed my hand at the base of my cock and held it there.

"Stroke it," she demanded, holding the button up as a reminder.

I inched my fingers up my swollen, trhobbing cock, as I felt tear start to roll down my cheek.

"I'm going to cum," I screamed.

"Don't you dare," Marta commanded.

My heart pounded and my breathing grew ragged.

"Pleeeeeease," I said in almost a whisper.

"Rub it, goddamn you," Marta yelled.

I closed my eyes, letting my hand slide up my cock again. Somehow, someway, I held back, resisting the overwhelming need to cum. I looked down to see my cock, covered in shiny goo, twitching and straining, so deperate to cum. The muscles were beginning to fatigue, but the excitement remeained too great to allow my cock to go limp.

"Again," Marta said, not missing a beat.

"Noooooooooo, I can't, pleeeeeeease," I begged from as deep down in my soul as I could muster.

"Again," she said, her tone remaining unchanged.

As I wrapped my hand around my cock and began another slow stroke, Kaitlyn returned.

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes for her to stop my torture.

"How many?" she asked Marta.

"Just three," Marta said.

Kaitlyn smiled and walked over to me, guding my hand very slowly along my cock. Just as I was about to cum, she reached down with her thumb and forefinger and made a tight circle around the base of my cock, just behind the collar. Her left thumb and forefinger pinched the head of my cock shut. I convulsed as the feeling of an orgasm overtook me, but her hands prevented me from cuming.

"Say thank you," she whispered in my ear.

"Thank you," I said, my balls and stomach aching from the experience.

Kaitlyn turned away and walked to the door, "Have him do two more and then bring him to me," she told Marta, "and make the last two harder."

I hung my head, desperate and helpless.

Before leaving, Kaitlyn looked back at me, "If you make it through these last two, you get to go out with me for dinner. If you don't," she smiled, looking at Marta, "you'll spend the night here with Marta."

Marta was looking at her, thrilled by the possibility.

"Be good David," she said, smiling as she turned and left the room.

Marta's expression grew even more sinister.

"30 times, up and down. Now! Do it!"

I wrapped my aching cock with my hand and slowly stroked, twisting and writhing, desperate to escape the feelings that were growing inside me.

"Faster!" she demanded.

I stroked faster, 20, 25, 26 . . .my mind a blur, my head spinning.

27, 28, I can't take it, I can't stop . . .

29, 30, I screamed as my cock twitched and throbbed, trying everything in my power to prevent myself from cuming.

"Don't you dare let go," she ordered.

My hand touching my cock, anywhere was too much, I couldn't stand it.

"Pressing this button will make that feeling stop, David," Marta said coyly.

I shook my head desperately.

"It's the only way," she said, grinning.

When I couldn't stand it for anymore, my protests turned to nods.

She laughed, "You'll have to ask David."

I stammered, and whimpered, so close to cuming, unable to think or to speak.

"Button," I said. "Press it."

She shook her head, "Say, 'Please Marta, help me.'"

"Please," I choked out, "Please Marta, help me."

She walked closer, looking deep into my eyes. "Like you helped me?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," I begged, "please help me."

"Like you helped me?" she repeated.

"Nooooooooo," I wailed.

The overwhelming need to orgams was replaced with searing pain, as my body stiffened and my cock and balls felt like they were on fire.

Marta smiled for the first time.

"Just one more to go David," she whispered in my ear, "And if you're good, then you get to go eat. But if your bad," she laughed softly, "they you have to stay here and play with me."

Now her hand reached down and guided mine, up and down my cock, faster and faster.

"What's it going to be, David?" she said softly.

"Are you a good boy?" the pace quickened, "Or a bad boy?"

I screamed, "Nooooooo, please."

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, holding back was becoming impossible.

In a moment of weakness, I relented. I gave up and allowed myself to cum, the orgasm rose inside me and I did nothing to block it, I let go completely and let the feeling consume me.

In a blinding flash, just as I was about to release, my body was completely overtaken by the searing pain from the collar. My orgasm blocked, I twisted and writhed again, my mind a whirling confusion of sensations.

I screamed, loud, primal noices.

When the pain subsided, I opened my eyes and through the tears, I was Marta frowning at me and Kaitlyn standing beside her, holding the button.

"What do you say, David?" she asked.

I gathered myself as much as I could and whispered in the loudest voice I could manage, "Thank you, Mistress."

Marta looked at me with absolute contempt.

I looked back at her, physically, emotionally and psychologically wrecked.

"Even?" I asked.

In clear, cold, deliberate words, she spat back at me, "Not even close."

"Well," Kaitlyn interrupted, "time to get you cleaned up. We've got reservations."

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