The Teachers who remembered me part 3 - [M25/F40s/F40s] [orgasm denial] [soft femdom] [cockring] [face sitting] [sexting]

Part 2 :
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1s2r7sm/the_teachers_who_remembered_me_part_2_m25f40sf40s/

The next morning, I woke in that heavenly bed, Mrs Ainsley lying to my left, Miss Forsythe nowhere in sight. She must have gotten up earlier, I thought to myself as I looked up to the mirror and saw Mrs Ainsley start to wake and move, her naked body still pressed up against mine, her hand slipping down my body to find my morning wood presenting and ready. 
“Ready for the morning, are we, Jason?” Mrs Ainsley said, looking up into the mirror, meeting my eyes. She started to fondle my tip and tease it. 
I felt every slip of the fingers and the rush of pleasures coursing over my body. 
Mrs Ainsley moved her body down mine and started to kiss her way down to my cock. I felt like I was in ecstasy, as she began to once again slip it in her mouth, only to tease and play. As her tongue teased my tip, her eyes looked up to see mine watching her do my body. After a moment of deep eye contact, she took my cock deep into her throat, gagging a little, before she started to work it up and down. I closed my eyes in sheer enjoyment. And felt myself slip away into the moment. I was so lost in this feeling that I had not heard Miss Forsythe return, and the first words I heard her say on this new morning were 
“Don't cum, Jason. Mrs Ainsley is being a little greedy this morning” I opened my eyes to see Miss Forsythe in a sheer robe holding a cup of tea, as she sat slowly down on the chair, a tray of more tea and toast on the table beside her. It was hard to focus as Mrs Ainsley pulled my dick out of her mouth to say, “You were not here, and he looked so delectable, She said, starting to jerk my cock off fast as if in protest to Miss Forsythe's request. 
“Tell me, Jason, what did you have planned for this weekend?” Miss Forsythe asked between sips of tea, watching as Mrs Ainsley played and toyed with me. It was hard to concentrate,  but I managed to say
“I was going to go to a bar with some old school friends…” Mrs Ainsley moved to sucking my cock slowly and deeply as I continued, “ but that was only because I had nothing else planned” 
Mrs Ainsley stopped. She lifted her head to look at Miss Forsythe, their eyes meeting as Mrs Ainsley moved to tease my cock again with her hand. 
“Well, Jason, what if we had another offer?”
Mrs Ainsley said, moving to straddle me, starting to grind the lips of her vagina on my dick. 
“If you are a good boy and choose to come back to us Saturday night, we can have some more fun”, Miss Forsythe proclaimed, watching as Mrs Aisley grinded on my cock, precum dribbling out. 
“That sounds like more fun than the bar”, I  stammered to say, but to my surprise, Mrs Ainsley stopped and dismounted me,
“Oh, Jason, you can still go to the bar; in fact, we encourage it. But we have a few rules for the next few days before you serve us again. 
I watched as Mrs Ainsley moved to have some tea, and Miss Forsythe stood from the chair, putting her cup down and picking up a piece of buttered toast. 
She moved to kneel on the bed beside me and brought the toast to my mouth. 
As I took a bite, I felt her other hand bring mine to her thigh, 
“Firstly, we are going to add you to a special chat, and when we ask you for something on that chat, you do it, within 30 mins” 
She pulled my hand to feel how wet she was, and she continued 
“Secondly, this is our little secret game, no telling anyone about it” 
She continued to feed me the toast and looked me deep in the eyes. 
“Third, you can not cum at all, unless we permit you, 
She slipped her hand back down to feel my cock still hard and raging. After a tease of the tip, she slid her fingers down to grab my balls and hold them. 
“And lastly, you will wear this at all times” 
It was then I noticed a simple silicone band with pop buttons being brought to my cock and balls by Mrs Ainsley, as she clicked it on, tightening it around my shaft and balls. Miss Ainsley looked at me for a response. 
“So, Jason, will you play our game for the next few days?” She asked 

If I had known the true extent of their devious intent, then I might have hesitated for more than the second I did. 
After swallowing the toast being fed to me, I said
"Yes, I will” 
And they both smiled. The rest of that morning was just honestly a nice breakfast, toast, tea, and an assortment of jams. We sorted out the chat, and we had a nice morning just talking. Come to think of it, I should have probably asked more about the rules. However, my distraction as I ate breakfast naked with a semi erection was not encouraging strong brain function. 
After breakfast, I was handed my clothes, all neatly folded, and I began to get dressed, 
But as I went to pull up my pants past my softening cock, Mrs Ainsley stopped me, came close and grabbed my balls hard, 
“Remember, Jason, no cumming without our say so, 
“And if you don't answer us in 30 mins, you will be punished,” she started to jerk off my Cock so it was rock hard again. I felt the tightness of the silicone ring on my genitals, which only seemed to heighten my excitement. 
And when I was at my hardest, close to the edge, she stopped and pulled away. I reluctantly maneuvered my now raging erection into my tight pants; my erection was quite obvious through the fabric, concealing nothing of my excitement.
I reluctantly got dressed and as I walked to the front door with Miss Forsythe. She gave me a passionate kiss before ushering me out the front door. 
I had barely made it to the curb before I felt the ding of an alert on my phone, and a simple message on the group chat from Miss Forsythe, 
“Be a good little plaything” 
A moment later, a short video was sent of the two of them making out naked. I felt my cock pulse as the video played. I tightened my resolve and began to walk.
At first, every movement was a struggle as my throbbing cock rubbed against the inside of my jeans, the tight silicone ring keeping my excitement to its fullest.  After a little bit of walking along the suburban streets, the tightness of the silicone ring began to fade as my excitement softened the silicone collar, now just a mark of ownership over my cock and balls, not uncomfortable but ever-present.  Reality began to flood in after my ecstatic night with the two women I had pledged my pleasure to, and I realised I had failed even to let my parents know I would not be home. I opened my messaging app to see the notifications my clouded mind seemed to avoid. There were a few from my mother, asking if I would be having dinner with them. I took a breath of reality and continued home, knowing I would be facing an earful. It seemed even though I was an adult, my mother still worried about me, and I could not complain about that. My mind started to try to think of an excuse, but the thoughts of last night started to flood my memories. As soon as I thought about my mistresses and their bodies, I felt the Tightness of the silicone ring. This had an effect I could not expect. The tightness reminded me how owned I was, and it only made me swell with excitement. I felt the fool as now I was at the driveway to my parents' house, and the pants I wore were not exactly forgiving. I felt embarrassed, I felt like a pervert, yet I loved it. 
I had to stop and focus. I will rush inside and head straight to my room. As I got to the front door, turned my key, and pushed in, I immediately heard my Mother,
“Jason, we thought you were coming home last night?” There she was in the living room, just to the left, and she was not alone. My aunt Lisa was with her. I forgot that on Thursdays they often get together. 
“Leave him be, Sue; he probably met a girl. He's a grown man,” Aunt Lisa said. I decided not to validate her with a response, even though she was more right than she would know. I turned away from them to face the coat rack and the nook to put the spare key in the bowl there. As my mother retorted. 
“I would hope so, that Rebecka was no good for him”, as if I wasn't there to hear it and then turned to me, and in her very doting way said, “if your hungry, there is leftover food in the fridge, if your father hasn't gotten to it”
I stumbled out a simple “thanks, mum” and maneuvered my throbbing erection away from them as I went to my room. 

As I made it through the threshold of my childhood bedroom, I felt a sense of relief, or a semblance at the least, until the tight silicone ring reminded me that relief was not mine to have. I collapsed onto my bed. And foolishly let my mind fall to remembering my night with the goddesses that now owned my pleasure. In that moment, I couldn't stand these pants anymore, so I stripped down until I was naked on my bed. I lay there, the veins on my throbbing cock pulsating, begging to be touched. I fought every urge to play with myself, remembering Miss Forsythe's rules. As I lay there, I got a ping on my phone, in that instant, I felt a rush of hope that it was one of my mistresses to demand something of me. But instead, it was my friend Carl checking if I was still coming over on Friday night. I just gave him a thumbs up and lay back down. Putting my hands under my head to prevent any accidental play. I was determined to be the best toy that they wanted. I just had to practice control. To start, I should have a cold shower to try and calm myself, I thought, so I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around myself and headed to have the coldest shower I could bear, hoping it would shock me back to face the reality I was in, 
The rest of my day was mundane. After things had calmed, I had gotten dressed and went down to see my aunt and do the family thing of talking about nothing for a few hours over coffee.
Eventually, I went back up and did some remote work on my computer and went about a normal day. Every now and then, I would think of them, and I would feel that silicone around my cock and balls, but I fought my own mind to stay calm. 

It came to dinner, an often ritualistic affair in my parents' house, around the dinner table. My mother, father and aunt were there, and we were on the topic of my father's latest hobby, when I felt the vibrations of a message on my phone. I casually picked it up and saw the message from Mrs Ainsley. 
“I hope you're rested, little Toy. I want to see your hard cock in that ring” 
I felt blood rush to my member as I looked up to my family, still talking. I began to calculate my swiftest way to leave the table. Then I got another ping, this time from Miss Forsythe,
“Clocks ticking, Jason”, and a little digital clock popped up in the chat with 30 mins set began to count down. That message alone sent a more powerful pulse down my body, and I felt the grip of the ring on my genitals, as I realised my time was slipping away. 
I moved to finishing my food, and I think my father noticed as I increased  in pace as he asked me
“Jason, you fueling up there for tomorrow? I'm going to need you at 5 am tomorrow,” I had almost forgotten I had offered to help my father with his latest project.
“Mhm”, I mumbled, trying to get through my mothers Mashed potato and vegetables
My aunt piped up after a sip of white wine, 
“Hopefully his little date didn't tire him out too much”, my mother shook her head at her, and my Dad just smiled at me. I felt another buzz, but this time I was afraid to look, so I swallowed my food and looked to my father, 
“I will be up and ready at 5”, I began to pack up my plate,
“Thanks for dinner, mum, but I should make sure I'm rested”, I picked up my plate awkwardly in a stupid attempt to cover my erection as I stood. “It was good to see you, Aunt Lisa”, I stated, moving my plate to the kitchen. And moved at a pace to my room down the hall. As soon as I got into my room. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and opened my messages to see there were a couple from them.
“He's keeping us waiting “, Mrs Ainsley messaged 20 mins left on the clock 
“Do you think he's going to be naughty?” A message followed at 18 mins remaining. 
I looked at the clock, 15 mins remained, I was still doing ok, I stood in front of my mirror and tried to take a flattering picture of my throbbing cock, and myself. I had never taken a nude before; it felt so awkward. I got it ready to send, and then had second thoughts. Was I really about to send them a dick pic?  The timer reached 10 mins before I broke out of my own head and pressed send. As the image went through, I sat on my bed waiting for their judgment. 
This moment felt like an eternity, and the temptation to touch myself was so strong.
It was then that I felt a buzz in my phone in my hand
“There he is, as delicious as ever”, Miss Forsythe messaged. This acknowledgement eased me for but a moment until the next message came through.
“You made us wait, Jason.” Suddenly, I felt like I was in trouble. I had made it in time, but this message made me wonder if that was not enough.
Suddenly the chat was dailing me, and I answered to see Mrs Ainsley and Miss Forsyther on their own cameras. Mrs Ainsley seemed to be in a bathtub under bubbles, and Miss Forsythe was on her lounge. 

“Hello, little toy, you'd better be quicker next time”, Mrs Ainsley said, only her head and shoulders in frame above the bubble line. 
“I think 30 mins was too easy, I might shorten it next time”, Miss Forsythe said, moving the camera down slightly to show she was not wearing any clothing, but not low enough to see her nipples.
“I'm sorry, I…’ I went to make an excuse
“Oh, don't worry, little toy, you made it this time,” Miss Forsythe stopped me and then asked
“Do you think our toy deserves a little reward?” 
Mrs Ainsley took a moment, sat up slightly, letting more of her cleavage come above the concealing bubbles in her bath, just enough to tease, just as Miss Forsythe had done. 
“I suppose”, she said, positioning herself and then looking directly at her camera as if she was looking into my eyes,
“Play with yourself, toy, I want to see you edge”, Mrs Ainsley demanded,

I tried to process for a second and then 
“Just to the edge, but you'd better stop”, Miss Forsythe added, 
I turned my camera to the front position, so I was holding it with my left hand and moved my right hand to my throbbing erection. 
I started slow, but I was a bit dry, as I was barely touching it, when Mrs Ainsley said
“Use your spit and jerk it faster”
So I spat into my hand and started playing again. As I was speeding up, I was focusing on remembering to stop before the edge. This was not something I normally did, so this might be a struggle. In a moment, I glanced at my screen to see that both women had angled themselves so their breasts were now in full view. It also seemed like Mrs Ainsley was playing with herself in the bath. Upon seeing this, I felt the rush of myself getting close. It took everything I had in me to stop. I heard a little laugh from my phone as a little bit of precum dribbled out of my tip. 
“That better be just precum”, Miss Forsythe said. 
I was speechless, gripping the sheets of my bed. 
“Good show, Jason," Mrs Ainsley said in between breaths, still playing with herself,
“Now watch how much I enjoyed that”, she said as she continued to play with herself
I could see her playing with her breasts as her other hand was working beneath the waterline. She let out a loud moan as she came there in the tub. 
Miss Forsythe, a moment later, just looked into her camera as if she were looking into my soul
“Be a good little toy jason, you better not touch yourself until we say so” 
Mrs Ainsley then sternly said
“Hang up now, toy, we're done for now”
Being obedient, I hung up the call 
I sat there on the edge of the bed, my cock raging at the closeness of ecstasy yet so far away. I lay back on my bed and pulled my hands up as far away as I could from my dick, just begging to cum. 
I thought to myself, " Why don't I just cum now? They wouldn't know. But as soon as that thought entered my mind, Miss Forsythe's voice rang in my head, ‘dont cum’ 
And the idea of breaking the rules was washed away. I lay in my pulsating anguish and began to enjoy the feeling of having given control of such a base need to someone. 

The next morning, I woke to the knock of my father at my door and him saying,
“See you downstairs in 15 mins” 
I rolled over to grab my phone and saw a message in the chat waiting for me, an image of Miss Forsythe naked in the shower, and a message, “Are you still being a good little toy?” 
I sent her an image of my raging morning wood in the silicone ring, 
“Yes, miss”, I replied 
Mrs Ainsley then sent through
“Good toy” 
Followed by,
“I think you don't need underwear today, Jason” 
Miss Forsythe swiftly added 
“I agree” 
I did as commanded and went commando and put on some pants and an old shirt to get to work with my dad. As I picked up my phone and wallet to head out, I wondered what mischief they had in store for me.