Chapter 21: The Gimp

The more I study the strange man, the more I think of him as a submissive ‘slave’ like me. He’s too tall to be one of the slaves I’ve seen staying in the dormitory cavern, so he must be someone from outside. Has he paid Mistress Claudia to be here, or the other way round?

If I’m right about his submissiveness, then I presume that I’ve been sent a gimp to service. I reassess my assumptions about these ‘clients’. I had expected them to be dominant men and women, who simply wanted to fuck me in various positions. But the more I think about it, I realise that there are others who want to take a submissive role in sex. Why else would anyone dress up as this man has done.

“Do you wish to fuck me?” I ask, guessing that I must take the initiative.

“Mmmm ... mmmm,” replies the gimp, nodding his head as he mumbles.

I realise that the gimp must be gagged under his hood. I reach forward and take his hands and draw him towards the bed. I’ve never had sex with anyone dressed this way, so this is completely new territory for me. I recall what Condesa has taught me this morning and go to work arousing the gimp with my hands. He’s easy to excite and he moans as soon as I free his cock from his trousers. His cock is a monster which I set about worshipping.

I take his cock into my mouth and push it as far down my throat as I dare. Master Arthur uses my mouth regularly since my chastity belt prevents him from fucking my other holes. Even so, the gimp’s cock is far larger than Master Arthur’s so I am tentative in my efforts. Fortunately the gimp seems more interested in fucking my cunt, so we quickly move onto the bed. I have him sit on the edge of the bed, and I straddle him in the ‘Face off’ position. Condesa and I practised this position this morning, and it’s one which I favour. I gently rise and fall on his cock as it drives deep into my cunt. I watch the gimp’s eyes as he clearly enjoys the experience. His desperate mumbling through his gag and hood alert me to his pending eruption deep inside me.

I don’t forget my lack of contraceptive protection, coupled with Condesa’s advice not to let my clients come inside me. I lift myself off his cock; an act which triggers his orgasm. A gush of cum shoots into the air and lands on both our chests and stomachs, wetting our clothes in the process.

“Bad gimp,” I say playfully, pointing to his cum dribbling over my clothes.

He mumbles something in reply but I’ve no chance of understanding his words. I set about licking up his cum from his cock and chest, but I leave his leather belt and trousers alone. He slides off the bed and goes onto his hands and knees on the floor. I’ve no idea what he wants me to do, but his huge cock hanging down is too tempting to ignore. I move behind him and reach around either side of his arse to take hold of his cock. I proceed to handle the gimp’s cock as though I’m milking a cow. A few moments later I feel his cock hardening again. I’m torn between rolling him over and mounting him, and simply milking him in his current position. His lack of movement encourages me to continue massaging his cock.

My own juices are flowing freely, and I periodically use some of it to moisten my hands as I rub them along his cock. My previous experience at hand jobs is limited, but I soon get into a rhythm. The gimp’s expanding cock is a good indicator that I’m doing something right. After a few minutes his cock is rock hard and I sense he is near to shooting another fountain of cum.

On impulse I do something I’ve never done before, and probably shouldn’t do now. Satisfied that the gimp is at the cusp of an orgasm, a shove his cock back into his trousers and fasten his trousers closed. Fortunately the opening in the trousers was large enough to enable me to do so without needing his erection to weaken. I proceed to rub his cock through his trousers until the gimp is once again nearing a peak.