Kritika And Smriti Dominate My Ass

To clarify, this is not a story. It is not linear, it will probably bore you, but I write it and dedicate it as a lasting shrine to my mistress, Smriti. The story will have too many things I have not told; it will have too many gaps in the plot. Don’t read it if you don’t wanna. And yes, this is my first story, but I’ll not have spelling or grammar errors; if Smriti finds errors in this, I am dead! And I’m not revealing my name. Smriti calls me “Baby” so “Baby” I shall be. I am reachable at [email protected]. Assume the story to be not true or assume the story is real, I don’t care.

“Mistress, please? Please give me the key, I beg you! I need to jack off right now! I’ll go to the loo and jack off and return within five minutes, please? I’m very, very, very horny after seeing Megna’s cleavage when she bent down and you know how much I worship her body! And you know how horny I get in general, mistress please? Please?” I whispered as quietly as I could while trying hard not to readjust my crotch.

Kritika from the cabin next to Smriti’s started giggling, god how I wish I could fuck her, that bitch! She obviously knew mistress owned me, my balls, my ass, my body, and my life. And she obviously owns me fully too, despite being seven years younger than me at 19; when you see a 35 year old woman owning a guy’s ass, you know you can get him too, I guess.

Smriti was glaring at me stonily. The keys to my dick’s chastity cage nestled in a chain comfortably in her tiny cleavage (ah her cleavage! heaven!), as she looked directly into my wavering eyes. I’m scared of looking mistress directly in the eye although always directed to and keep trying to look down. Just then a manager was passing by, staring at us wondering what I’ve done that got my senior so angry; thankfully, no one else but Kritika knows about us!

“You are annoying me too much, Baby. The whole point of the chastity cage was that you don’t jack off while at work. This is the third time in five days you’ve asked me for the key. If you keep staring at Megna’s big fat breasts, how do you expect to work? Now stop annoying me or I’ll treble punish you tonight! Go work!” Smriti said, her voice rising to normal volume at the last couple of words and I knew she meant it. Dejected, I returned as I saw Kritika doing something on her phone. “Men loo.” was the message I got on my phone from her.

Even more depressed, I knew I had to go lest she gets annoyed; I was just thankful she didn’t insist on using the women’s loo. So I went, politely nodding at people passing by on my way to the loo, praying and hoping no one is there in the men loo’s stalls. I still remember the one occasion when another guy was in the next stall; thankfully, he assumed I was banging Kritika instead of the other way around!

I entered the stall in the loo and started taking my clothes off and bent over the WC. The bending reminded me of Megna and I moaned as my dick tried unsuccessfully to get erect in the constricting chastity cage. As instructed by my mistress, I started chanting her name to ease the pain “Smriti ma’am, I’m your slave; please use me, Smriti ma’am, I’m all yours Smriti ma’am, Please teach me what it is to be a slave Smriti Ma’am”; only it made the pain worse. Just then the door opened behind me and I prayed it was Kritika and not some guy coming to take a dump; it was she.

As usual, she started shoving her fingers up my ass the moment she entered. “Kritikaji,” as she prefers my calling her. She’s younger than me by six years and I have to call her -ji! One day I’ll fuck this bitch like the slut she is! To this day I regret the stupid lack of space that weirdly got her a desk near a senior, and that she heard mistress verbally chastising me once! To this day I regret being a pansy and not just slapping her and telling her off! She had nothing on us; I’d have just had to tell mistress about it so we’ll be more careful. I guess I just wanted Kritikaji to all. I’m sadly desperate. I continued, with my eyes tightly closed, “Kritikaji, I’m begging you, please don’t overuse me today. I’ve not had a release in three days because Mistress is annoyed I jacked off in office twice in two days. And I saw Megna as she bent over and now my dick hurts in the chastity cage thinking of her!”

Kritikaji stopped, pulled her fist from my ass and stood still. Confused, I opened my eyes and turned (oh god, she is so sexy in her tight shirts! My dick started hurting more). She smiled her evil grin and said “open my shirt and kiss me around”. I moaned in my head but as trained, I went “thank you Kritikaji, for letting me enjoy the wonder that your body is,” and began unbuttoning from the top and smooching her luscious lips. Ordinarily, a guy would feel in seventh heaven kissing Kritikaji and undressing her. At 19 and for a summer intern, she has an amazing fleshy body (50kgs in five feet, that is tastily fleshy!), lovely 36Bs which are always encased in a tight shirt, a lovely face (with a chin slightly too long, but that makes her look sexier, imo), and an unparalleled sex appetite.

Sadly, I had my cock in the chastity cage Smriti got me as a punishment for jacking off too often in the office loo, and it hurt like crazy when I got hard on. I still remember that day vividly! It was about a month since I became her slave. She had the house to herself for a couple of days and obviously I had gone over to serve her. We fucked four times in the night and I still woke up horny next to my goddess looking so lovely in bed naked. I started caressing her body from the neck down, through the breasts, around her nipples, softly rubbing her almost taut belly (she hates it being flabby and calls herself fat, she is not, she is gorgeously fit!) and flicking her navel. She woke up moaning as I started rubbing her clit, “Mmmmm, good morning, Baby. Make me cum nicely?” And I did; fifteen minutes and she was thrashing all over, screaming, squirting all over me, cumming insanely.

She finally caught her breath and moaned and woke up and slapped me on my face, hard, unsmiling. I was half expecting it (I’m a good slave, and I love being hurt!) so I didn’t gasp. She grabbed my extra hard dick in her left hand and my balls in her right and as usual, started squeezing my balls hard and made me scream. Only, this time she was frowning instead of evilly grinning as usual. I realized mistress was angry, not just having fun hurting me. When the grip didn’t soften on my balls, tears started streaming from my eyes, “Mistress, I know I’m somehow at fault and I’m terribly sorry I inconvenienced you. But I don’t know how; please tell me, I beg you, so I can become better for my mistress, who deserves only the best.”

She left my dick (balls still being clamped in her hands), grabbed the scruff of my neck, pulled me closer, spat on my face and said, “I hate hard orgasms in the mornings on working days and you know it.” Even as I realized my mistake, she pushed me back and started to give me a hand job with her right hand, her left moving to the balls for the squeeze; my punishment, a denied orgasm. I screamed at the top of my voice as she stopped at the worst moment in the orgasm, and I came without her hand on my dick, frustratingly slowly, and painfully. She then pulled me up and smiled at me and kissed me deeply as I trembled from the punishment and my paining balls still squirting cum out for my failed orgasm.

Smriti and I am a true femdom-bdsm couple. We believe in being there for the partner and cooling off after punishment for the submissive, so that the foundation of trust and faith is not lost. I loved Smriti and she loved being my dominatrix and knew I loved her punishments! But the fact remained that I woke up supremely horny and went to office supremely frustrated. On the drive from Thane to our office in Fort, I unbuttoned her shirt, looked at her and jacked off twice as she laughed at my desperation. Sadly, I didn’t stop at the two and jacked off a whopping ten times that day in office and then twice on the ride back home (not my fault, Megna wore a tight fitting sleeveless dress and Mistress gave me a kiss at lunchtime). Obviously, I didn’t perform well that night and Smriti got angry. “If I wanted a dildo or fingers, I don’t need to put up with you as a slave,” she said repeatedly, as she kicked my balls fifty times as punishment. She whipped me really badly that night and tied my neck to my balls, and arched me back and went off to sleep. The next day, Sunday, we got me my chastity cage and since then, I have to beg her for the keys if I ever wanna jack off. The keys always either hung around her neck if she wore a shirt, or hanging off a thumbtack on the board in front of her.

But I digress! Off came Kritikaji’s shirt and bra and I moaned as my dick pressed tighter against the chastity cage. With my hand roaming on her back, I kissed and licked at her breasts and belly, licking extra at the bellybutton. Grinning still, Kritikaji said “my pussy awaits your tongue” and tugged hard at the lock on my chastity cage with her hand. I whimpered with the pain as I unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down with her panties. Then I heard the metallic clink.

Curious as to what it was, but being the obedient slave that I am, I went “Kritikaji, your worthless slave dropped something, may he pick it up?” Slapping me hard on my face thrice, she replied, “Give me an orgasm first”. Tears glistening in my eyes, I got off the WC, sat her down on it, and went on my knees and licked and fingered her till she came. “I need to pee, drink me”, she said, and I obliged by putting my mouth around her pussy lips and closed my eyes expecting the pungent liquid to hit the back of my throat. Strangely, she just pulled me up by my chin. I was half expecting to be slapped on the face because she loves doing that so kept my eyes closed. But she kissed me! Utterly confused, I started kissing back.

That was when she kneed me in my balls, hard. I ended up gasping loudly and fell down into a fetal position, holding my crotch, “thank you Kritikaji, for punishing your worthless slave dog.” “Get up, I wanna kick you some more,” was the gleeful response I got; the bitch is absolutely evil! Groaning and my hard on straining to grow harder, I stood up and kept my legs apart. Sadly, the stall was small so she decided to knee me instead, so hard and so often that I almost passed out from the pain. She pulled me up by the scruff of my neck, squeezed my balls and said “get the key”.

“Key” I thought to myself quietly and went on all fours to look, my balls being still squeezed by Kritikaji and my dick obviously pulsating with all the sexual exertion in my chastity cage. Sure enough, I found the key that had fallen and made the metallic clink. But it wasn’t just any key! I kept blinking because I could not believe my eyes, but it was the very key I saw in Smriti’s cleavage just a few minutes back! My jaw went slack and my eyes grew wide and I looked up to see my mischievous little mistress grinning wide and squeezing my balls harder than ever. “I traced the outline on my notebook once when she wasn’t at her desk and wasn’t wearing it. Got a copy made just in case; took me three months to finally use it on my bitch slave!”

I cried. She held me in her arms and undid the lock on my chastity cage and slowly pulled it off softly caressing my indented cock, now throbbing and raring to get some action. But I cried. I cried because I realized I’m breaking my promise to Smriti.

Ever since I joined the office and was put under Smriti, I always got the feeling she hated me. She used to be nice normally, but she used to yell at my slightest of mistakes. And she used to make me feel terrible about them and insult me. Not just insult, but humiliate and degrade me. “You did learn English in school right? Are you sure? I really doubt that after seeing this draft” or “please tell me your mother dropped you on your head when you were a kid; this shit cannot be a normal person’s work” were stuff I used to get on a regular basis. Curiously, all I did every day was go home and fantasize about my fucking her and jacking off. I got horny every time she yelled at me, and that confounded me.

No doubt her being the knockout that she is helped the horny. At 4’11”, Mistress stood a foot shorter than I, but her face and her body were things to die for! Her luscious lips, her cute 32B breasts with the ebony black nipples, her 34” hips flaring out from her 25” waist, encasing between the loveliest of two thighs a dense matte of hair covering the pussy that owns me, everything about her is sexy. FYI, her butt, especially when she sits on my face, is not just tasty, but also lovely to look at. But her vitriolic tongue made me feel miserable and being the pansy that I was, one day I started crying.

That evening, being a Friday of a two day weekend, she asked me if I had any plans for the weekend. I managed to sputter out a “No” thinking she was going to make me redo my latest draft over the weekend when she said “stay with me? My mumma’s out of town so I’ll be lonely anyway”. I dazedly said “yes” while staring at the two top buttons of her shirt which were open. She caught me staring (obviously, even a blind guy would have, back then) and sternly said “Well?” which brought me back to the world. “Um… Yes Ma’am. I’ll pack some clothes and take the train over tonight.” “You don’t need to. Now be quiet, you’ll be coming with me, I’ll drive.” Confused, I complied; I didn’t so much as even breathe too loud during the journey to Thane.

We reached her place, went inside the spacious three bedroom apartment and she locked the door behind us. I was wondering if I should show courtesy and say the place was nice when she pulled at my arm. I lost my balance and started toppling and she pushed me against the wall she was facing; I hit the back of my head real hard. She leaned forward, standing on the tips of her toe, her body completely pressing against mine, breasts against chest, crotch against crotch, and spoke those magical words. “Look, I know you like being dominated and humiliated. My marriage failed because I was too domineering and kinky and my husband was a stupid, fatheaded prude. Be my slave and let me own you (saying so, she held my cock over my trousers, tight), and you get me.” Saying this, she stepped back, pulled her kurta over her head and off her and threw it away. Within seconds, her bra was off, pajama was off and sure enough, she was buck naked in front of me.

I was obviously stupefied. Obviously I had no idea what was in store, but this was something even my wildest fantasies did not anticipate! Then her stern expression softened and I started crying again as she smiled. I fell on my knees and she moved forward and hugged me, pressing my face into her wondrous breasts and gently running her finger through my hair. “Baby, I know this is all overwhelming. Even I did not plan this, but decided I should do it once I saw you crying today. I always liked you the most, and not just sexually. I know it is confusing and we will discuss it all out before you or even I commit to anything, but I need to know this much: do you trust me to never hurt you too much? Do you trust me to never hurt you without love? Do you trust me enough to sell your soul, body and mind to me? Because if not, you should not agree to anything I say.”

“Ma’am, I’m yours,” I sobbed. “Please hurt me as much as you want, but please love me? I love you so much, it hurts me,” I cried and continued crying hysterically. She finally calmed me down somewhat (and managed to get my clothes off in the meantime) and we were sitting on the couch naked, me hugging my legs together. “Does Baby want Smriti to lick his tears off?” she cooed at me. As I tried sniffling a sullen “yes ma’am”, she proceeded to lick my tears off, the warmth of that tongue still palpable on my face. She then led my face to her breasts and my mouth to her nipple. I sucked on them till I fell asleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and jumped up with a start as I realized where I was, and then realized I was naked. “Good morning baby”, Smriti said; she was in her purple bathrobe. I scurried to cover myself up with the sheets when she said “no no!” and slipped her own robe off, kept her coffee mug to the side and jumped into the bed with me and sat facing me. “Ma’am, we” I started, but she shushed me and kept a finger on my lip. Then she told me the full truth. About how she likes to dominate people and how it gives her a sense of power. Of how she used to domineer in school with her juniors, how she tried domineering with her boyfriend in college and it backfired with him trying to rape her and her stabbing a pen in his balls, how she tried it with her husband but he was not willing. Of how she realized that true domination comes with a person who is willing to submit truly. Submit to everything; humiliation, torture, degradation, physical abuse, mental abuse, psychological abuse, the rasterization, the works. Of how she found me to be such a perfect candidate for it, especially since I loved her so much (I started when I heard this, but she just went “Baby, it’s so obvious just from the way you look at me and my body”).

How she fell in love with me for putting up with her crap. Of how she knows she is asking for a lot. Of how she will always ensure that she takes care of me and will never hurt me more than is safe. “I want your body, mind and soul. I promise you, I’ll take care of your needs. But this is your choice, and I will be very surprised if you say yes. Don’t worry, even if you do, you can walk out any time and I won’t blame you. It’s about your freedom. We’ll cool off every time after the punishments. I will own you the way a mother “owns” a child. A depraved, deviant, disgusting, naughty mother but a mother nonetheless! And we’ll have a safe word so you can always stop me even if I go out of bounds a little or you wanna call it quits.” I took her hands, put the left one on my dick and the right one on my balls and said, “I know that with you, I’ll never need a safe word.”

And as she squeezed me till my balls turned blue and slapped them around gleefully, I promised her at the beginning of our wonderful relationship, “I’ll never break your trust.” And here I was, balls and dick out of my chastity cage – the very cage my Mistress got for me and personally put on me – and inside Kritikaji bareback. I cried because I knew I’ll tell Smriti and she will be cutting it all off. But I fucked Kritikaji like a man possessed. All my frustrations from the teasing she did in the past oozed out as I thrummed deeper and harder in and out of her. Obviously, it’s been three days since I last had a release so I came in under fifteen minutes. I inundated Kritikaji’s pussy with my jizz. I didn’t care about the consequences (hell, I’m gonna lose the love of my life, I didn’t care about anything at all), I just erupted and poured it all out as I hugged Kritikaji tight, refusing to let go even after my flaccid cock “plopped out of her wet pussy, and gobs of jizz started trickling into the WC. Thankfully, Kritikaji realized my problem and held tight, not saying a word till I calmed down.

She then got off me and put my cage back on, ensuring it was firmly set, and checking the lock twice. Washing my jizz out of her pussy, she then slapped my face and said “dress me back up”. Like an automaton, I got her dressed up, messing up thrice with the bra and putting her trousers on the wrong way. Thankfully, she did not take me to task too hard for it except a few punches to the balls. The key, of course, went into the panties again. I almost stepped out naked to check if the coast is clear for Kritikaji to leave when she pulled me back and hissed “your clothes you numbskull!” Dazedly, I wore just my trousers and shirt, putting my underwear and vest in my pocket. Kritikaji pulled me for another deep kiss, which I barely even felt, and I checked to see the coast was clear and Kritikaji left.

I rinsed my face, realized how dead I am, went straight to my manager’s chamber, told him there was an emergency and I needed to leave immediately on a half day and that I won’t be coming in tomorrow. “Is everything all right? Anything I can help with?” “No no. No, it is ok. Thanks for the leave.” I then walked over to Mistress’ cabin and said “Mistress, I’m sorry I failed you. I’ll see you home and left. I went straight to VT, took a fast train to Thane, went to Mistress’ home, let myself in with the duplicate key and went straight to the bedroom and cried myself to sleep on the bed for cheating on Mistress and breaking her trust.

As the clock struck seven, I woke up with a jerk. Mistress was sitting, impatiently staring at me from a chair, naked, her feet tapping the floor waiting for an explanation. I crawled onto the floor, and crawled all the way to her feet, held them and started crying. In between the sobs, I slowly told her that I betrayed her trust and opened the cage and even had sex with another woman. I begged and pleaded for another chance, and cried myself hoarse promising it will not recur. She cleared her throat and I shut up; it was her cue to speak. “Look up.” I didn’t. “Look up, now.” I did, and saw her crying; my heart melted a million times over to see my strong mistress cry! I sprang up to wipe her tears, when I realized there was someone else behind me in the room. Kritikaji.

“I was wrong, Baby. I should not deny. It is my baby’s innate horny that makes me love him so much, how could I punish him with denial! I promised I’ll take care of your needs and I failed you today. This entire week; yes I’d love to have you with me forever and yes I’m a little jealous of Megna and her huge boobs, but I should not have taken it on you! (Kritikaji came up from behind and made me sit on Smriti’s lap and I dazedly obeyed.) Kritika made me realize after she sent you to the loo that I was being not just selfish but also a bad Dom. I was supposed to punish you with physical pain, not this mental torture. I should not be denying you the right to jack off. All I ask is save some for me, but the cock, is yours (this is when I realized someone had slipped the cage off me while I was asleep). I owe it to Kritika that I did not lose you today. I was the one who gave her the key and requested her to fuck you. I was the one who warned her to get an orgasm before the fuck because you wouldn’t last too long. I got her on the pill before she left.” Smriti said as I freely cried my eyes out.

“Oh, ‘Baby’”, Kritikaji intoned, “guess who your new junior mistress is now? Smriti’s mom shifted in with her son permanently so we’ll both own you now, in this house. And yeah, we also have taken tomorrow off. Say goodbye to your ass!” and I heard the bigger vibrator turn on.