Reading Time: 51minutes When the soap they watched had ended, Fred asked: "Mind if I put on a movie, Emma? I know you’ve got quite some collection." "Be my guest, Fred, take your pick. And snail, you sit here in front of me, so I’ve got a nice footstool. Don’t worry, you’re permitted to watch - that is if our plans don’t change."
When the soap they watched had ended, Fred asked: “Mind if I put on a movie, Emma? I know you’ve got quite some collection.”
“Be my guest, Fred, take your pick. And snail, you sit here in front of me, so I’ve got a nice footstool. Don’t worry, you’re permitted to watch – that is if our plans don’t change.”
I placed myself in the ordered position and waited for Fred to start the BDSM movie. It was probably going to be a hard porn movie, I thought, knowing Mistress Emma’s preferences by now. After five minutes Fred had entered a cassette in the video player, and he started it. Then he sat back in his seat, relaxing and awaiting the events in the picture.
The movie showed a young couple – about thirty years of age – at the breakfast table. They’d just finished, and getting ready for work. After saying goodbye (no kisses), the man left the room, and the woman cleaned off the table. Then she also left for work. The next picture was that of the man coming home after a hard day of labor. He relaxed in the living room, and switched on the television. From his desk drawer, he took a video cassette and started it. On his screen, one could see a male white slave being whipped by two black dommes. It all looked very familiar to me now. After a few minutes, we saw his wife enter the room, without him noticing it. The woman watched the images with obvious excitement. Then, suddenly, she said, in a harsh voice: “Well now, hubby, what’s all this about? Is that what you’ve been doing the last few years, instead of fucking me? Is that really your craving Fantasma?”
The man, stunned by the clearly too early return of his wife, stuttered: “No, Maggie, it’s not what it seems …”
“Oh, shut up, you wimp. Where did you hide that stuff anyway?”, she asked.
“In .. in the drawer.”, he replied, pointing at his desk.
The wife stepped to the desk and opened the top drawer. “My, my. Quite a collection. Hmm …” She picked a few cassettes up. “‘Ilsa, the wolf of the SS.’, ‘Mistress Zelda’s dungeon.’, ‘Gang bang – reverse way. Enslaved by my sister.’ … quite promising titles, I must say. And you even have some toys here.” She picked up cuffs, chains, cords, a few small whips.
“Well, hubby, I suggest you’d better strip for me now. And make it quick!”, she ordered. Her husband sat in his seat, not being able to move. The woman walked over to him, carrying a riding crop. She hit him in the face twice with it. “Well, what part of my order didn’t you understand, shithead? Now get a move on!” She slapped him once more. The man got out of his seat and started taking off his clothes, which he neatly piled on the table next to him. When he hesitated removing his underpants, the woman whipped his ass twice. That was enough to make him strip off the last piece of coverage. Now he stood naked in front of his wife, his hands covering his genitals.
“Put your arms up, and spread your legs, slave!”, his wife commanded. He did as was ordered, and then the woman inspected his body, which she should be ackowledged to. She pinched his buns, then his nipples and balls. At the first touch, his penis had started growing, and soon it firmly stood out, hard as a rock. “Well, well.”, his domme said. “Slaveboy seems to like it, doesn’t he?” She whipped his stiff cock softly twice. “Answer me, boy!”
“Yes, Maggie.”, he answered shyly.
“That’s Miss Margaret to you, slave! Or even better: Mistress Margaret.”, she corrected.
“Y-yes, Mistress Margaret.”
“Now, don’t you think you should greet me in a proper way? As you’re so very well documented, I’m sure you know the right way for a slave to welcome his superiors.”
The man got down to his knees and kissed his wife’s feet. “Welcome, Mistress Margaret. Your wish is my command.”, he said.
“Get next to the dinner table!”, she commanded. The man crawled to the table and knelt beside it. The woman then took two cords and tied his arms to the top of the table feet. The man was now immobilized, attached to the heavy table.
“Now let’s see how much you really like it to be enslaved, boy.”, she said as she started whipping his chest in full earnest. After ten minutes she stopped. “Well, slave, what do you think? Can you take it?”, she asked.
“Yes, M-Mistress Margaret, it was lovely. Thank you very much, Mistress.”, her husband answered.
“Well, I’ve got something to admit too. Since we haven’t made out the last couple of years, I’ve started an affair with a colleague of mine. I’m certain he wouldn’t mind taking your place as my husband. You can serve us both then, and live your Fantasma in full-time reality.”
“But … but …”, the man stuttered.
“No buts, slave.”, his wife interrupted. “If this is your wet dream, then you’d better live to it. I’ve always known you were quite submissive, so let’s just play your game. This is what you’ve always wanted, and now you’re gonna get it, if only to make up for those lost years.”
She walked to the phone by the door and dialed a number. “Hello, Jack? Hi, how are you? Look, I’ve got a surprise. Why don’t you come over, and we’ll have a really good time. … No, he’s no problem; no problem at all. … Ok, see you in ten minutes then. Bye. Kiss.” She replaced the receiver, and left the room, leaving her husband to his fearful thoughts.
When the doorbell rang, the woman hurried to the door to open it. A big black man stood in the gate, and they kissed passionately for two long minutes. She had changed into a long sweater, revealing her beautiful tanned legs. It seemed to be the only piece of clothing she wore. After the welcome kissing, she invited him inside. The minute he entered, he burst out in laughter at the sight of the tied up husband. “Woo, yeah! That ís quite some surprise. How did you do that, baby?”, he asked.
“Well, I caught him watching this movie, and one thing led to another.”, she answered, pointing at the still playing television, where the porn movie was still on. “And now I think he’s about ready to become our house slave.”, she added.
The poor husband was redder than a tomato, tied up in his humiliating position. His body was now accessible to all whims of his wife and her lover. His cock had grown limp again, his excitement having faded. “M-Maggie … p-pleeease …”, he pleaded.
“You’re a slow learner, aren’t you, slave boy?”, his wife said as she slapped his face hard. “You know how to address me ; and this here is Master Jack to you, wimp!” She slapped him once more, coloring his cheeks even redder still.
“I-I’m sorry, Mistress Margaret. But don’t you think this is going a little too far?”
“By no means, slave! I think we are finally getting to our definite relationship, with both of us in a slightly different position. And with the support of Jack, we’ll make it a real fine bunch. Now greet your new Master, slave!”
“W-welcome, Master J-Jack, to our house.”, the submitted husband said. Being tied up as he was, he couldn’t kiss the man’s feet, but he humbly lowered his head instead.
“Thank you, slave boy. Now, I hear your wife didn’t get too much attention lately, right? And that’s not very husband-like, is it? Fortunately, I easily made up for that, so she remained the fantastic woman that she is. And now, as you’re in on our little secret, we’re gonna show you how we keep our form. You just watch real good now, you hear, boy?”
The husband was slapped by the black man’s huge hand but remained silent, stunned as he was by what he just heard. The newcomer lifted the sweater of his lover over her head, revealing her adorable nudity. Her large breasts stood out firmly, with her dark nipples as erect as can be. Now the man removed his shoes and socks. The husband couldn’t believe what was happening and stared at the couple in complete confusion. The woman helped her black friend to undress, and when they both were completely naked, they stood, hand in hand, before the tied up husband.
“Now, Johnny boy,” the wife said, “I want you to ask Jack to fuck me. In fact, I want you to beg for it, slave boy. Now, go ahead.” She kicked her husband’s balls, making him scream in pain, but the enslaved man didn’t speak the asked words.
“Come on, slave!”, Jack said, kicking the poor man’s balls too. “You heard your wife! Now I want to hear you beg, boy, beg!”
“Please, Sir, M-Master, J-Jack.”, the slave said. “Please f-fuck my w-w-wife.” The man had started crying, with tears flowing over his face. He kept his face bent down, but the black man pulled it up by his hair. “Now you watch really good, slave, and don’t you dare look away!”, he warned the husband. Then he picked up his lover, and slid her wet cunt over his huge black prick. Standing, they made love right in front of the husband, their thighs frequently touching his face. Tears kept streaming down his face, over his entire front side, as he continued his sobbing. The events he was going through were obviously too much for him. Losing your wife to such a negro, and watching them copulate right before your eyes: it must be extremely humiliating indeed, i thought. The black man now pushed his ass in the poor man’s face, at each move rubbing his lower cheeks against the sub’s nose. The mixed smell of his asshole and both lovers’ love juices must have been overwhelming. The woman climaxed twice, impaled on the enormous dick, and constantly being lifted up and down. Then her lover took her off him, and shot his huge load of semen on her breasts. When he had finished, he turned towards the husband, offering him his stil stiff prick. The slave turned his face away, which was punished by two slaps in his face with the big black dick. Then, reluctantly, he opened his mouth. It was immediately filled with the black penis, which was now pushed in deep. The black man now held the slave’s head in his hands and started fucking the latter’s mouth furiously.
“That a boy!”, he called out. “That a boy! Keep on sucking, baby, suck it to me, yeaah yeahh yeaaaahh!” He came much quicker then i had expected, for, after merely seven minutes, he shot his second load. Choking, the sub tried to swallow all the hot juice, that he was fed with. Then the negro pulled his dong out, offering the tip to his victim. The latter instinctively started licking all moisture off it, his eyes closed, as if it was all a dream – or rather a nightmare. Then the slave was released, and he was ordered to clean his wife’s body of all semen. The wife had laid down on the carpet and enjoyed the soft licks of her slave husband, who knelt beside her. He also had to eat out her pussy, making her climax once again. When it was all finished – the black lover relaxed in the husband’s seat – he wanted to get up.
“No way, hubby.”, his wife said. “When we are in a session, which we mostly will be, you are to stay on your knees. You see, I’ve practiced a little sm in my youth years, and I still remember most of the rules. Being our slave, you live on a lower level, and you’d better show it off too. And now, if my memory serves me well, you are supposed to thank us.”
She went to her own seat and was followed by her husband, on all fours. The slave then kissed her feet, and thanked her, saying: “Thank you, Mistress Margaret, for your gifts.” Then he repeated this at Jack’s feet.
“Well, Jack, wasn’t that a nice surprise?”
“Oh yes, I loved every moment of it. Do you think we can keep up with this?”
“I should think so. Hubbie here will now declare his total submission to me, and my partner of course. He’ll deny all rights of being my husband, or any other material claims. I picked a contract off the internet, right after I called you, and made only a few adjustments. Here, Hubbie, read this to us, then sign it!” She handed her husband a contract and a pen.
The still sobbing sub took the papers, and slowly began to read :
‘Contract between Margaret Stone, further named Owner, and John Slater, further named slave.
The slave denies all former rights toward his wife, their current possessions and their future gainings. He also denies his rights as a husband, and donates these to his Owner’s partner; this together with his wedding ring.”
He looked up at his (ex-)wife, pleading with his eyes. The woman urged him to go on.
“He will keep his job, and act as before, when at work. He will wear only the clothing he is permitted to wear, which explicitly excludes any underwear. His wages will be transferred to his Owner’s bank account. He will return home immediately after work and will try to avoid doing any overtime. When arriving at home, he will instantly remove all his clothing and will remain naked at all times in the house, except when ordered otherwise. In the nearby future, some restraints will be placed at the entrance of the house, which he will put on immediately. He will shave off all body hair, except on his head, and keep it cleanly shaven at all times. He will wear any mark, that his Owner sees fit for him to wear. He will submit to all wishes and orders, given by his Owner and her partner(s). To these orders, he will comply instantly. Any hesitation or questioning will be punished in a way his superiors seem right. He will not eat or drink, nor relieve himself, without explicit permission by his superiors. Any food or drink offered to him will be considered as a token of generosity. The slave will submit to all guests his Owner or her partner(s) invite and consider them as his superiors as well. His superiors dispose of him, body and mind, in an undiscussable way. They can use or abuse his body as they wish, be it as punishment or merely for pleasure. His Owner promises his health will never be in danger, and in case of separation (which only she can decide to), she will relieve him of all duties, as mentioned in this contract. All possessions at that moment will, however, remain her’s.
Signed without any pressure or threats,
The slave, The Owner,”
The husband just kept on sobbing, his body now wet all over. He didn’t sign yet, and his wife seemed to have a little compassion. “Now, Johnny, what do you think of it? Do you like it?”
“I-I don’t know. I-I don’t know if I can …”
“Well, well, you shouldn’t take it so hard. You’ve revealed the dominant feelings of my youth, and I plan to live by them, from now on. Now, if you don’t want to go along with it, you can leave right now. I’ll find another slave somewhere else tonight then. Now, what’s your answer?”
Sobbing silently, the sub hesitatingly signed the contract and handed it back to his wife.
“Well, that takes care of that the, doesn’t it?”, she said triumphantly. “Good boy, slave. Now we can start a new life, right? I’m really looking forward to it, aren’t you, Jack?”
“I guess it can be a lot of fun, yes. I’ve never really been doing this kind of thing, you know?”, he answered. The slave was still silently on his knees in front of them, listening to their plans.
“Now, I know this shop downtown, where they sell all kinds of toys; shall we go there? The stuff he had in his desk merely covers half an hour of exercise.”
“Ok by me. Shall we then?”
“Yes, but first our slave here has to change his looks.”, the woman said, getting up from her seat. “Slave, you remove all your body hair, as the contract says, and then get dressed too. Pants, shirt and shoes, that’ll be enough. Yes, and you can get onto your feet, now hurry.” She urged him on by lashing his ass with the riding crop. The camera followed the slave, crawling into the bathroom, where he soaped his entire body and then applied a razor to shave off his hair. He started with his arms, then shaved all chest hair and this in his armpits. He was extra cautious shaving off his pubic hair and the hair between his ass cheeks. He finished by removing all hair on his legs, then rinsed himself off completely. After drying himself off, he returned in the living room, where Maggie and Jack were waiting for him, both already redressed. He had to expose himself before his dominants, and was thoroughly inspected. Maggie gave her approval to his work and told him to get dressed. He put on the shirt, pants and shoes; then they left the house and got into their car. Jack got behind the wheel, and the threesome took off.
The next scene was in a sex shop in town, where they entered. Johnny still had his red color, as he followed them inside. His ashamedness was clearly visible to all customers and personnel. The staff consisted of one forty year old woman, who seemed to know Maggie fairly well, and two girls in their twenties. Maggie was talking to the woman with great enthusiasm, and each time they looked in Johnny’s direction, amused looks appeared on all faces (except Johnny’s). After about ten minutes, the girls were ordered to fetch some material, and the woman stepped from behind the counter. She gestioned all to follow her to the back. There a large assortment of frames, chains, crosses and other restraints were exposed. Maggie told Johnny to undress. He hesitaded a moment, and instantly received a slap in his face. Remembering what the contract said, he started to undo his shirt. When he was naked, Maggie snapped her fingers at her thigh, ordering him to kneel beside her. Johnny understood the gesture immediately, and got down to his knees. The three other customers, a couple in their mid-twenties, and a man of about forty years old, stood nearby to watch the events.
“Well, Maggie, what would you like to start with?”, the shopkeeper asked.
“I used to have a cross in the barn, remember?”, the wife said suggesting. Apparently they knew each other in their teens, and had practiced their games together in those days.
“I sure do, Maggie. Ok, let’s get him up. Slave, go stand on that stool!”, she commanded. The slave crawled toward the cross, and climbed the stool, that was placed in front of it. He was then ordered to press his back against the cross, and spread his arms wide above his head. As he had taken his position, the shopkeeper chained his right arm to the cross, and his wife his left. Then the stool was kicked from beneath his feet, leaving him dangling from his arms.
The two girl employees had now rejoined the company, both carrying several boxes, which they placed on the table in the middle of the ‘demonstration corner’. Maggie and Jack had taken place in two chairs, and were now joined by the shopkeeper. The latter now instructed her assistants : “Flo, you put on the nipple clamps, and make sure they’re real tight. Jeanie, you use the ball crusher, and don’t you show any mercy either.” The girls took the items from the table, and placed them on Johnny, who screamed loudly, as the clamps were put on. The girl named Jeanie showed obvious pleasure in tightening the big clamp on his balls, almost really crushing them. “What next, miss Diana?”, she asked her boss, when she had reached the crusher’s limit.
“I’d suggest a little caning, what do you say, Maggie?”, miss Diana said.
“Fine. Put on a good show, girls. Let’s see what he can take.” Johnny’s wife said, also showing no mercy at all toward her husband. The latter clearly was getting nervously afraid, as the two girls approached him, each holding a long, thin bamboo cane. They swept them through the air, as a warning of what was to come. As the first hits landed on his chest, Johnny screamed out loud. His face was one grimace of agony and pain. The girls took notice of it, but it only increased the power they used to cane the poor slave. Welts soon appeared all over his body, as the caning lasted. After ten minutes, and over one hundred hits, miss Diana told the girls to stop.
“Well, Maggie, what do you think of those lovely canes? They produce a nice result, don’t they?”
“They sure do : put them aside already.”, the man’s wife, now his Owner, replied. “What else have you got to offer?”
Watching the movie had stiffened my penis quite a while before already, and it stood out firmly. The wounds, caused by the hungry sparrows, ached more and more as it grew. Mistress Emma lashed my bottom once, saying : “Well, snail, it looks like you’re really enjoying the view, aren’t you?”. She whipped my erection once as well, as she commented it.
“Yes, Mistress,”, i replied, “thank you so much, Mistress.”, i humbly added.
“Well, I guess you deserved a moment of rest, so just keep watching.”, she ended, lashing my bottom once more. “Thank You, Mistress.”, i thanked her again, and proceeded watching the movie.
“Just wait, you’ll see.” miss Diana said. “Girls, time for some sparks. You know what to do.”
The girls removed all three clamps from Johnny’s torso, clearly causing new pain waves by the blood flowing through the tormented parts again. Maggie signaled to add them to the canes, in order to purchase them too. Then the girls placed tiny clamps around Johnny’s nipples ; ten on each side, and one on each nipple itself. All clamps carried little bells, that chimed as they moved. Flo now caressed his dick and soon got it erect. Then she placed ten little clamps on the fresh erection, and five next to each testicle. Then the girls attached long, thin, electric wires to each clamp, the other ends to a switchboard on the table. Flo pushed a large ball gag into Johnny’s mouth, and tightened the strap behind his head. Jeanie plugged the switchboard in, then they both came standing in front of it.
“Okay, girls, get going!”, miss Diana instructed. The girls both manipulated switch after switch, sending electric shocks to the clamps, and making the bells chime. Johnny’s body was shaking constantly, as the shocks of pain streamed through his nerves. Tears sprang out of his eyes, but the gag kept him silenced. The girls touched the switches randomly, so Johnny couldn’t predict where the next sting would arrive. All bells seemed to have a different sound, thus producing a strange tune. The slave’s legs swayed freely in the air, and his cock jumped back and forth.
“That looks very nice indeed.”, his wife spoke. “Very, very nice. I’ll certainly want that added to our collection, Diana. But just keep on, girls”, she added, enjoying her husband’s torture. The girls handled the switchboard like professional sound mixers, at an enormous speed. The looks on Johnny’s face showed his suffering, as his most tender parts were continuously being tormented. i remembered the electric shocks on my own genitals on several occasions, and could very well understand what he was going through. The torture lasted for a full fifteen minutes ; then all clamps were removed. The ball gag stayed in place however, as the girls freed Johnny’s arms. The feeling of relief lasted only a moment, for instantly he was reattached to the cross, this time his backside facing the audience. The girls now placed a spreader bar between his ankles, spreading his feet five feet apart.
“How’s his butt, Maggie? Ever been used thoroughly?”, miss Diana asked.
“No, never : he’s still a virgin.”, the latter replied. On miss Diana’s instruction, Flo now took a huge ribbled dildo from a box, and switched it on. Then she roughly shoved it deep up Johnny’s virgin ass. The slave reacted on the rape by contractions through his entire body. Jeany had chosen a birch, and as Flo backed away, she used it on Johnny’s naked butt. His soft white skin soon turned purple, as his tormentor hit him hard every second. At every hit he pushed his crotch forward, as if he was fucking the cross. Jeanie continued the birching until Flo touched her on the shoulder. She backed away now, allowing Flo to use a horse whip on Johnny’s back. As Flo kept lashing his back, big welts appeared all across the slave’s back. After ten minutes of severe whipping, the girl stopped, and Johnny was released. Exhausted, he fell to the floor, where he landed on his back. Jeanie pulled him to his knees by his hair, and put a collar around his neck. To the collar she clipped a long chain, which she threw across his sore back. Then she removed the ball gag.
“Th-thank you, miss.”, the slave said. He kissed her feet, then his other tormentor’s, who had joined her colleague. “Thank you too, miss.”, Johnny repeated himself.
“No thanks, slave, we’re far from through with you yet.”, Flo said, erasing all hope for relief. “Come on, slave!”, she commanded, pulling him forth by the leash. The gag was put back in place, and in a corner, Johnny was now pulled to his feet again. His legs were pushed apart, and the dildo was removed. Flo brought another one along, this one attached to a standard. The dildo was fifteen inches long, and three inches thick. The tip stood four feet off the floor. The girls now lifted Johnny in the air, to then impale him on the nasty instrument. His own weight pushed him down deep, forcing the dildo far up his bowels. His wrists were now chained to his collar, and the spreader bar was reattached between his ankles. His feet still twelve inches from the floor, his only support was his asshole. Having trouble keeping balance, he swayed back and forth, forcing himself to be lowered even more. Now the girls each took a cat o’ nine tails, and started whipping him on both sides. Hitting him on all parts of his body, his aching skin soon turned purple all over. The whipping made him sway more and more, and blood started dripping out of his insides, as his asshole was being ravaged by his own movements. The torture lasted another fifteen minutes ; then the girls lifted the broken man off the pole. They put him to his knees, and submissively he put his mouth to their feet, not being able to kiss them for the ball gag still being in his mouth. His thighs were covered with blood, that kept flowing out of his asshole. Flo took a small towel, which she drenched in desinfectant alcohol, and forced a tip into his ass. The slave quivered, and lifted his bottom up, as the alcohol stung in his bowels. The girl left the towel hanging out of his ass, and removed his gag again. Loud moans could be heard now, and Johnny still quivered.
“Jeanie, show us the strap-ons, will you?”, miss Diana said. The girl approached the customers with five different strap-on dildos, which she exposed to the couple.
“Well, his ass has been worked up enough as it is, and I know these things well enough, so we’ll take this one and that one. No need to test them right now, just put them with the other items.”, Maggie said, saving her slave from more ass torture. She had chosen a single and a double dildo, both quite large and looking nasty. “Now what have you got for cock teasers, Di?”, she asked.
Without having to be ordered to, both girls searched the boxes, and soon came up with a collection of rings, harnesses, straps, clamps, small whips and a penisator. As they were spread out on the table, Maggie inspected them thoroughly. Meanwhile miss Diana had gestured the girls to get Johnny into position again. He was put on his knees onto a small, heavy table. His arms were now chained to the ceiling, and his legs to the table, leaving him motionless, exposed, and very accessible. Jeanie applied a jock strap to his flaccid penis, tightening it so, the veins stood out thick. She also bound a strap around his balls, pressing them together tightly, andcolouring them deep purple. Johnny managed to keep silent, though the treatment must have been rather painful. The girl now used one small whip to hit his genitals with. Though she didn’t hit him very hard, Johnny’s eyes showed the stings of pain anyway. Afterward a harness was put to his crotch, hiding his private parts completely, and preventing them to grow in any way. Then it was removed again, and ten rings were placed around his shaft, and Flo began to caress it. Soon the penis grew hard, turning dark blue, as the rings kept the base of the cock within their limits. Then she hit the tip of Johnny’s penis in a professional medical way, making it shrink instantly.. Next the rings were replaced by the penisator, a long vibrating clamp, which was then turned on. Immediately one saw Johnny’s dick grow, as it was aroused by the vibrating ornament. Johnny was left in his vulnerable pose for fifteen minutes, during which he spurted semen five times. His love juice landed on his stomach, from which it slid down on his legs and onto the table. When Jeanie finally switched the thing off, and removed it, Flo released his arms, and ordered him to clean his mess up. She then freed his legs, and gestioned him to get off the table. He got off, and knelt down beside it. Then he started licking his own sperm off the table deck. When it was all clean, he was told to swipe the rest off his body, and lick that up too. As Johnny was cleaning himself, using his hands, and then licking them clean, Maggie agreed to have all ‘cock toys’ added to her collection. Johnny regularly wet his fingers with saliva, in order to get the dried up blood off his legs. It took him a full ten minutes to get his limbs clean ; then Flo removed the towel from his asshole, and shoved it into his mouth, gagging him once more, and making him taste his own shit, mixed with his blood.
“Well, that should keep us busy for a while by now. How about some more restraints, Diana?”, Maggie said.
“Ok. Girls, lay out all you’ve got.”, the shopkeeper ordered her staff. The girls laid out wristlets, anklets, cuffs, more collars and leashes, chains, and several masks, gags and hoods.
“Yes, yes … I think I’ll take it all.”, Maggie said. “And for now, I think Johnny will look good with that hood on.” She pointed at a black leather hood, with removable laps for mouth, eyes and ears, and including another gag.
“Yes, that’s a nice one.”, miss Diana said. “You can separate him from the outside world completely with it. He won’t be aware of anything around at all : no sight, no sound, whatsoever.”, she explained. “Flo, put it on, please.”
Flo removed the towel from Johnny’s mouth, and started putting the hood on. She shoved it over Johnny’s head, and accurately pushed the gag into his mouth. The earcaps held thick earplugs, that filled his ears fully, and apparently kept every sound from being heard by him.
“And now as special gift, I want you to mark him as my property, Di, dear.”, his Owner said.
“Fine with me.”, the shopkeeper responded. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, first I want his nipples ringed, and then a tattoo, somewhere it’s easily noticed, though it must be covered when he goes out working.”
“Okay, what about his butt?”, miss Diana suggested.
“Yes, I think that’s a good spot. Easy to spot, easy to cover. All right, go ahead, darling.”
The girls now laid the unaware slave on a bench on his back, and held him motionless. Miss Diana pierced both nipples, and entered a ring in each one. Johnny was feverishly trying to escape, but the girls easily kept him pinned down. Then he was flipped to his stomach, and the girls held him tight in this new position. Miss Diana nowstood over him, holding a tattoo pen.
“What’ll it be, Maggie?”, she said. “Property of Lady Margaret? Or something dirtier?”
“I’d say ‘Slave and property of Mistress M.”, Johnny’s wife said.
“Okay, here we go.”, the shopkeeper said, as she began to pin the needle into the slave’s left bun. She whacked his ass hard once, in order to keep him still. After ten more minutes, the tattoo was finished. The words were in red letters, each outlined in black, and a thick blue line encircled it all. The circle was about three inches wide, and the text was easily readable.
“Thanks, Diana. It looks perfect.” Maggie complimented her friend. “Now he’d look nice with the harness on,” Maggie said, “in order to have him a bit dressed to go outside.” Everyone laughed ; even the three other customers, who were still eagerly watching the demonstration.
“You mean that, darling?”, miss Diana asked her friend.
“Sure! Our car is parked only one block away, and we can’t take him there completely naked, now can we?” The laughter grew louder and louder. Jeanie put the harness on the unknowing slave, covering his genitals.
“Ok, let’s get things packed, and we’re off.”, Johnny’s wife said, as she got up. The girls packed the chosen items, adding Johnny’s clothes to it, and all walked to the counter. Maggie pulled Johnny along by his leash, he following her on all fours. When the bill was paid, everyone said goodbye, and
Jack took the boxes. Maggie walked to the door, that was opened by Flo. One could see Johnny’s body shudder in fear, as he felt the breeze on his naked skin. Being totally unprepared for this, beacuse of his hood, he pulled at his leash, resisting the commanding pull of his Owner. Jack kicked him hard in the covered balls, and, reluctantly, Johnny crawled outside. His barely covered body was now open to all views. People reacted differently on this exposure of humiliation and nudity : some laughed, some looked away in anger and disgust, sometimes shocked by the sight of the bruised, naked skin of the crawling slave. These people definitely weren’t accustomed to the backstreet neighbourhood they were walking in. Maggie seemingly took no notice of this, as she dragged her husband along on the busy street, but probably she was enjoying it intensely. Jack walked beside her, carrying their toys, with a big, satisfied grin on his face. i felt sorry for Johnny, even though i realized it was just a movie. But i was also almost certain the actor was quite into sm in real life too. If not, why would he accept all the torture that he was submitted too? But then, who was i to think that : four days ago, this world was completely unknown to me, and look at me now, i thought. Well, if he hadn’t been before, he sure was acknowledged to enslavement now, wasn’t he?, i compared the actor’s situation to my own. Meanwhile the company had reached the car, and, still naked, except for the hood and harness, Johnny was forced onto the back seat. He was to remain on all fours, staying in clear full sight to all onlookers. He was in fact fortunate to carry the hood, thus not having to observe all looks and comments his outfit caused. His masters got into the front seats, and they took off for home.
Fred paused the film, ordering me to fetch some more wine. i crawled to the fridge and took out the opened bottle of white wine. Back in the den, i refilled my masters’ glasses, to then take back my position in front of Mistress Emma. She rose, and walked to the huge cupboard in the room. She took a plastic sheet of a square foot from a drawer, and an identical penisator as the one in the movie from a shelf. These she threw on the floor in front of me.
“I’m certain you know what to do with it, snail!”, she said. “And make sure you don’t spill a drop on the carpet, or your moments of joy will fade forever!”, she warned me, and repositioned her feet on my back. With one hand, afraid to lose my pose as a footstool, i placed the sheet under my chest, just under the tip of my stiff cock. Then i put the clamp on my penis, and turned the switch on. The humming vibrations excited me immediately, and the urge to ejaculate rose at once too. i succeeded to keep control, however, as Fred restarted the movie. As i was allowed relief only on command, or by special permission, i tried to expell my climax as long as i could. Mistress Emma had now picked up a riding crop, with which she now constantly whipped my ass.
On the screen, the threesome had now re-entered their home, after exposing the slave for another twenty yards on the street.
“Okay, snail. you may come as often as you can : you have my permission, and you’re under the whip, so let it flow, bastard.”, Mistress Emma said, lashing me harder now. The very same moment, my first shot of sperm hit the plastic sheet, almost reaching the far end. i kept watching the television, as my dick continuously spurted cum onto the sheet. Although my body ached to move along with my orgasmic feelings, i didn’t move the least, afraid to disturb Mistress Emma. She kept on whipping my again sore ass, while on screen Johnny was bringing a heavy tool box into the study. He no longer wore the hood, but his harness was still on. He was then instructed to plug big, solid hooks into the walls and the ceiling. Maggie made him pose in various positions, in order to locate and mark the perfect spots to place the hooks. As Johnny was drilling the holes, Jack tried out the different whips on his back and bottom. Jack had changed into a pair of red slacks, and was clearly enjoying his exercise. When all holes were drilled, Johnny put plugs into them, and screwed the hooks in ; hooks for his very own restraints. Now his dominants could fix him into every position wanted, leaving him vulnerable, helpless, and accessible to all their whims.
“Okay, slave, remove your harness, and stand there against the wall!”, Maggie ordered her husband.
Johnny unfastened the straps on his harness, and placed it on the table. Then he crawled to the spot he was commanded to, and rose to his feet.
“No, better kneel down first.”, his wife corrected. He did as told. “Now offer your wedding ring to Jack, and beg him to accept it!”, she further ordered.
Johnny’s face reddened once more, being forced to increase his own humiliation to the limit. He took off his wedding ring though, and held it out in his hands. “Please, Master Jack,”, he humbly began, “please accept this wedding ring as yours. And please take my wife as your own as well, Master Jack.”, he stuttered, tears again flowing across his cheeks. Jack took the ring and put it on hiw own finger. “That a good boy, slave. Now you’ve resigned as a husband, your new life can start for real. Get up, slave, and put your arms up!” he commanded. Johnny rose again, and lifted his arms above his head. His wrists were attached to hooks, two feet above his shoulders, and three feet apart. Jack now attached a chain to his nipple rings, pulling them close together, and making Johnny utter loud moans. Then he put a strap around the slave’s balls, tightening it to the limit. Now, one by one, Johnny’s legs were lifted, and his feet joined his hands above him. His anklets were attached to the same bolts as his wristlets, forcing him in a very uncomfortable pose. Jack now took off his slacks, and played a little with his huge dick. When it was fully erect, he took a small stool, and stood on it. His twelve inch erection now pointed at Johnny’s exposed asshole, and with a rough push, Jack entered the no longer virgin bottom. Johnny screamed out loud, as his new Master raped his ass, smashing the slave’s body against the wall at each push. “Shut up, pimp!”, Jack warned him, slapping his face hard. Jack’s huge, heavy balls hit the slave’s buns each time he re-entered the latter’s guts. Maggie had taken a video camera, and filmed the whole event. Her excitement was clearly visible on her face, while she came closer to the men to focus on their sexes. She had also stripped down to a thong, and her breasts swayed back and forth at every move she made. Her nipples were fully erect as she enjoyed the taking of her husband. When her lover climaxed, she zoomed in on his dong as it spurted it’s load in Johnny’s bowels. When Jack finally left his victim, his still stiff prick was covered with shit and cum. He then freed Johnny’s feet, and released his arms. Johnny knelt down and took the long penis in his mouth. Sucking and licking, he cleaned his Master’s instrument, swallowing sperm, mixed with his own faeces. When he had finished, he bent down to kiss Jack’s feet, and thanked him for his gift. Maggie, having stopped filming after the thanking, handed the camera to her lover and took her husband slave by the hair. Pulling his head up by it, she looked him into the eyes with a triumphant look. While her looks showed her excitement, Johnny’s eyes showed only fear and pain.
“That was a nice act, boys.”, she said. “Now I want a piece of the action as well. Johnny, you kneel on the table!”, she commanded. The slave crawled to the table, and climbed onto it. Taking his kneeling position as ordered, he waited for the next events his wife would submit him to. Maggie had now removed her last little piece of clothing, and had picked a cat from a box. Swinging the whip in her right hand, she approached her husband, a threatening look on her face.
“Sit straight up, slave!”, she commanded. Johnny straightened his back, and lifted his ass from his feet. “Now let’s get those limbs out of the way.”, Maggie said, chaining his wrists to his collar.
“There. That’s better. Ok, slave boy, this is for your failures of the past three years.” She lashed his prick hard with the cat, then hit his balls. This she repeated forty times, almost making Johnny lose his balance. Moaning was heard again, as the slave’s crotch was so painfully tortured. When she stopped, she took the leash, and attached it to her slave’s collar too. Tugging hard on it, she pulled the slave off the table. Johnny fell to the floor, hurting his knees as they hit it. Then he followed her on his bruised knees, as she pulled him forward. At the wall, she pulled him to his feet, and attached his collar to a bolt. Then she spread his legs, and chained his anklets to the wall too. Standing on his tiptoes, Johnny was now fixed to the wall, his feet a yard apart and his arms still fastened to his collar. Maggie now took a heavy hammer from the tool kit, and attached it to the strap around his testicles. When she dropped the hammer, Johnny screamed aloud, his balls being pulled down far by the weight. Maggie now removed the chain from his nipple rings, and put clamps on both nipples. Then the doorbell rang. Johnny’s scared looks betrayed his shocked fear. Maggie and Jack put on a robe, and Maggie walked to the door. She opened it, and a moment later she re-entered the study, joined by a young woman. Johnny’s face turned red instantly, as the woman overlooked him in his awkward position. She couldn’t have been older than twenty three, and was dressed in a white blouse, a red mini skirt, and thigh high black boots. She kept a mink coat in her hands, which were covered in white gloves.
“Why, hello, Johnny.”, she said, as she approached the chained slave. “You do look nice in that outfit. You seem to have a real good barber too.” She dumped her coat on a chair as she came closer. “And what’s that at your little ballies, dear cousin? Is that meant to make them grow perhaps?”, she added laughing, and tugged at the hammer once. “They look like they could use it to me, don’t you agree, Mag?”
“Yes,”, his wife replied, “they’re absolutely worthless as they are. Only thing they’re good for is to play with or to punish him. Now, slave boy, don’t you think you should say hello to your cousin?”
“W-welcome to our house, cousin.”, Johnny stuttered. The woman slapped his face twice.
“That’s no proper way to welcome a guest, is it? Try again, you slave!”, she ordered.
“W-welcome t-to our house, mistress Joan.”, the poor man corrected. Now his wife had joined the new guest, and punched him hard in the stomach. “Whose house did you say, slave?” Two more slaps in his face followed.
“W-welcome to my Owner’s house, mistress J-Joan.”, Johnny corrected himself once more.
“That’s better. He still needs a lot of training, you know.”, Maggie said to the cousin. “If you like, you can join us, dear.”, she proposed. “Offer yourself, slave!”
“P-please, mistress Joan, please use this slave as your own. Being a guest of my Owner, you can dispose of me as you wish, mistress.”, Johnny said, his face still reddening.
“Well, we might just do that, slave boy.”, Joan said, tugging at his limp penis. “I didn’t know you had this kind of relationship, Mag. How long has it lasted yet?”
“Oh, only since this afternoon. The impotent bastard was watching some hard core bondage movie, and I decided to change our ways, so he can outlive his fantasies for real now. And I had quite some experience topping boys in my teenage years, so everybody’s happy now. Isn’t that right, Johnny boy?”, Maggie said, pulling on his nipple clamps.
“Yes, mistress Margaret, as long as you’re happy, mistress.”, the slave humbly replied.
“Well, I’d have never thought to see you like this, cousin.”, Joan said. “But it sure looks very inviting, to have your cousin displayed like that. Remember how you once tied me to a tree, as a captured pale face squaw? I remember how humiliated I felt then, but this beats everything though. You guys, playing cowboys, just let me standing there, fortunately still wearing all my clothes. But this : my older cousin, available for all abuse, and pinned naked to the wall, wow!” She was still manipulating Johnny’s cock, which soon grew hard. “And he really seems to like it, too : how about that?.”
“He’s a real slave, and has dreamt of this for all his life, so now’s your chance to get even, Joan.”, Maggie urged her guest to get started.
“Ok, where are your toys?”, Joan asked. Maggie pointed to the boxes, and Joan looked them over. She chose a cane, and went back to Johnny. “Kiss the intsrument of your torture, slave!”, she commanded, as she held the cane in front of Johnny’s face. He kissed the cane. “Now beg me to use it on you, slave!”
“Please, mistress Joan, please use the cane on this worthless slave body.”, Johnny submissively said.
Then his new tormentor started caning his chest at an enormous speed, producing loud cracks at each hit. Once again, welts appeared all over the slave’s torso. She also frequently hit his stiff prick and balls, and was clearly enjoying herself perfectly. Maggie had joined Jack in a relaxing big seat, and while they watched Johnny’s abuse, they fondled each other lovingly. Both robes had fallen open, revealing both their nude bodies. Joan kept caning her cousin for fifteen minutes, the latter moaning loudly. When she stopped, Johnny murmured : “Th-thank you, mistress, for your kindness.” As Joan walked back to the boxes, she noticed her hosts in the seat. “My, you sure are dressed comfy too. Mind if I take something off? The discipline is warming me up terribly.”
Not waiting for an answer, she removed her blouse, revealing her small, but firm tits. Topless, she now searched the boxes for new toys. As she bent over doing this, the camera showed her bare ass and crotch under her mini skirt. She seemed to have a perfect body for modeling, with her thin line and long legs. Having found what she wanted, she returned to Johnny. A ball gag was once again placed into his mouth ; then she wound a long leather strap around his still erect cock, covering it almost to the tip. A chain was attached to one nipple clamp, then pulled across his neck, and the other end to the second nipple clamp. The chain was pulled extremely tight, pulling the nipples upward a few inches, the clamps doing their nasty work too. Johnny’s face betrayed the intense pain it all caused. Now Joan took a big, flat leather strap, and started slapping Johnny’s dick with it. The object was forced to stay erect by it’s cover, and beat after beat landed on the sore penis, that swayed up and down under the swats. From time to time the cousin hit his tormented balls too, clearly causing even more extreme pain. After some sixty blows, she stopped, and went back to the boxes.
“All right if I use this one?”, she asked her hosts. “I’ve never really done this, but I think it would turn out very pleasant.”, she added, holding out the double strap-on dildo.
“Be my guest, dear.”, Maggie said. “I hope you’ll enjoy it more than he will.”, she said laughing.
“But you’d better reposition him.”
“Of course,” Joan said, “no problem. You guys just have fun too, hey?”
“We are, dear, we are.”, Maggie answered, riding Jack’s erection, and producing loud sighs.
Joan returned to Johnny, and unfastened his collar and anklets. He dropped to his knees, and pushed his gagged mouth to her boots. She kicked his head with her right foot. “Get into position, slave, on all fours, now!”, she commanded. He turned around, and got on his hands and knees, his ass pointed to her. The hammer still hung from his balls, but it touched the floor now, releasing some of the force to them. Joan now took off her skirt, and put on the strap-on. Her end of the instrumend slid into her cunt smoothly, as she did this. Then she approached her target, and slapped Johnny’s bottom twice. “Get that ass up higher, you idiot. You don’t think I’m getting on my knees for you, do you?” Two more slaps followed, and the slave rose his ass up, lifting his knees off the floor. He now stood on hands and feet, his bottom three feet off the floor. In one quick push, Joan slammed the dildo into Johnny’s poor asshole. Then she started fucking him very roughly, taking hold of the chain around his neck. She pulled on it hard every time she pushed herself closer, thus pulling the slave’s nipples out more every time, and almost pulling his hands off the floor.
“Well now, cousin slave, do you like a little incest?”, she pestered her victim. “I know I certainly do. And I mean to stay inside your slave cunt for quite a while, cousin.”, she added, slapping his bottom, and not slowing down the rape a bit. Joan climaxed three times, before she left Johnny’s sore ass. She ordered him to turn around, and she removed his gag. He kissed her boots, and thanked her for using his cunt for her loving treatment. Then she ordered him to clean his dirty mess of her cock, pushing it into his mouth. The slave sucked and licked on the dildo, once again eating his own shit. Then Joan took the strap-on off, and forced her end into his mouth. After both ends were cleaned, he ate out her pussy, almost getting her to the top again. When he had finished, she took his leash, and she walked toward the hosts. Johnny followed her on all fours, dragging the hammer on his balls across the floor. There he was to clean Jack’s cock and his Owner’s cunt, as they too had orgasmed again. While he was doing his work, Joan birched his ass, coloring it purple once more.
The company was completely in the nude, except for Joan’s boots. “Well now, Joan,” Maggie said, “I didn’t know you were so in for kinky sex.”
“Same thing here, Mag,”, the cousin replied, “I didn’t know you were either.”
“It sure is a good thing slave boy here revealed all these feelings of ours. At last we, too, can live our lives like we really want to.”
“Yes,”, Joan complied, “if it’s all right with you, I’d like to come over more often now. It sure is fun, having him crawling around, and submitting to all our whims, especially as my older cousin. You know he used to pester me a lot, when I was a kid. I really hated him those days, but I grew over that later on. But, like you said, it still feels nice to get even after all these years. Now, what else did you have in mind for tonight?”
“Oh, we’ll see. But first, we’ll have a drink. Slave, you serve us ; for me a martini. What do you want, Joan?”
“I’ll have the same.”
“You get me a bourbon on the rocks, pimp!”, Jack completed the order.
One more birch on his bottom urged Johnny to crawl to the kitchen, where he fixed the drinks. He still dragged the heavy hammer across the floor by his balls. He returned, carrying the filled glasses on a silver plate. “Please, mistress Margaret, enjoy this drink.”, he said, as he offered his Owner the first drink. When she had taken hers, the slave served Joan first, then the black Master, both adressed in the same way.
“Now, slave boy, I think you need to apologize to all of us, for what you did or didn’t do in the past. I want a full confession, and brought in a proper way. Now start, slave!”, his Owner commanded.
“Wel, mistress Margaret, I have to apologize for not taking care of you in the past years. Being busy at work was no excuse at all, mistress, and keeping my fantasies secret to you was entirely out of control. I beg you forgiveness, mistress Margaret, and I’ll try to make up for it.” Johnny approached his Owner, and humbly kissed her feet.
“Well, you’ll have to earn forgiveness, and it might take your lifetime to achieve it, but I’m glad you realize your faults in the past. Now the others, go on.”, Maggie said.
“Mistress Joan, I sincerely regret pestering you in the past, especially tying you up. Please let me try to make up for it, by offering you my body and any services you wish. My deepest apologies, Mistress Joan.” Again Johnny finished by kissing his superior’s feet.
“We’ll keep it in mind, but, as your Owner said : it might take a lifetime. Meanwhile you just do your best to serve all of us the best you can, and maybe the disciplining will cease in time. Now one more speech, slave!” Joan birched his ass once.
“Master Jack, I apologize for letting my former wife down. You have done so much to keep her in good shape, and made her happy in my place. Thank you so much for your support, and please dispose of me in any way you want. I will do my best to relieve you of any domestic tasks ; please except my apologies, Master Jack.” Jack’s feet were also kissed, and he slapped Johnny’s butt hard twice.
“You’d better, slave!”, he said loudly. “You didn’t think I was going to do the laundry, did you?”
All three tops laughed aloud, while Johnny kept his submisive kneeling pose in silence. The threesome sipped from their drinks, and Joan used the birch a few more times on Johnny’s bottom. “Now, cousin slave, I want you to tell me all that has happened to get you in your current position. And I meal all, so go back long enough, you hear?”
“Yes, mistress Joan, I’ll try to be correct.”, the slave answered, then continued : “It all started about ten years ago, befor I even knew mistress Margaret. A friend of mine lent me a book, called ‘Story of O”, which you might know perhaps. While reading it, I got very excited, and jerked off on it quite constantly. The ultimate love of the girl for her lover, that brought her in her undesirable position … it all appealed to me very much. Her total submission, the branding and whipping, I couldn’t get my mind off it. Then later, I found some more books in an obscure market, and in some of them the roles had changed. Here the women were superior, and submitted the men to their will and whims. That got me even more excited, as I could imagine myself being in these slaves’ positions much easier. As I was living on my own then, I took every opportunity to sniff in the books, jacking off the whole time. Then later on, I met mistress Margaret, and it all faded away, being in love and such. We got married – I’m sorry, mistress – , and moved over here. I had gotten rid of the books, afraid to get caught with them. After four years of marriage, I got too involved in my job, not taking or making any time for my family life and domestic responsibilities. Our relationship fell back to a mere business like relation, and we didn’t have sex at all. Naturally mistress Margaret took a lover, although I didn’t know about it. I fell back to my bondage fantasies, and eventually bought a few video tapes with hard core sm. Secretly I watched them, and jerked off, taking care I was alone in the house each time. I even bought a whip and some restraints to ‘disciplin’ myself. And this afternoon mistress Margaret caught me in the act, and one thing led to the other, so now master Jack is her husband, and I’m their slave. Mistress Margaret had me sign a contract, in which I resign any right whatsoever, and offer myself as her property unconditionally. I hope that complies to your question, Mistress Joan.”
“Well, it explains a little about how you got there. It’s always been inside you, hasn’t it?”
“I – I guess so, mistress.”, the slave answered.
“And I think it’s time for some more training. Come, slave.”, Maggie said. She took the leash, and pulled Johnny along to the end of the room. There she unfastened the hammer from the strap on his testicles, and ordered him to stand up. Now she removed the clamps from his nipples, causing waves of pain, as the blood started to flow through the veins again. She ordered him to get a chair, and pull a long, heayv chain through a bolt in the ceiling, about five feet from the wall. When that was done, the chair was put back, and Johnny had to stand under the bolt. Both his wristlets were attached to one end of the chain, then Maggie took the other end, and pulled it through another bolt on the wall. She pulled on until his legs were a full foot from the floor ; then she locked the chain to the bolt. The slave’s body was now accessible from all sides, as he hung vulnerably from the ceiling by his arms. Maggie now signaled Joan to come over. The latter first took off her boots, so when she joined, both dommes were completely naked. The actrice playng Joan’s role probably was a model, i thought, for with such legs, what else would you do? Her entire body had an equal tanned color all over, without the least white spot. Maggie was removing the strap around Johnny’s dick, and gestured Joan to get two cats. When Joan returned, together they placed a two feet spreader bar between the slave’s feet. Then each stood on one side of him, facing each other, and they started lashing him on all parts of his body with the cats. As his skin turned purple, Johnny began to scream frequently, and very loud. Jack came over, slapped his face, and gagged him again. “You’ve asked for it yourself, you no good softie!”, the black man said. “And we’ll teach you to get used to it all right, don’t worry.”, he added. The girls hadn’t stopped their whipping, and eagerly continued to torture the helpless slave. Johnny’s body swayed in all directions under the forceful lashes. His now limp cock was hit often, as were his balls and tormented nipples. Sweat was covering all three bodies, as the women kept on whipping Johnny’s sore skin. The torture lasted for fifteen minutes ; then the women returned to their seats, leaving their victim hanging in his painful misery.
“Ok, snail, remove that thing and start cleaning up your filthy mess.”, Mistress Emma said, pushing me to the floor with her feet. Distracted by the movie, and in spite of the lashes on my own bottom, i had completely forgotten my own dreadful situation. My tumbling instantly brought me back to reality, and i put myself to my knees and removed the penisator from my stiffness. i switched it off, and laid it on the floor next to Mistress Emma’s seat. Then i started licking my own semen off the sheet. Most of it had dried already, and stuck to the plastic badly, so i had to spit on it in order to remove it. My ass was still being whipped during the cleaning, though the lashes were quite bearable, compared to other moments. While i licked the plastic clean, i could hear Johnny scream through the speakers : his ball gag must have been removed then. i wondered what kind of torture he was going through now, as i could hear no other sounds. When i had finished, i looked up, and saw Jack using a cattle rod on all tender parts of the slave’s body.
“All right, snail, fetch us some more drinks. Time you got useful again.”, Fred commanded.
“Yes, Master.”, i answered ; then i crawled to the kitchen, taking the sheet along between my teeth.
In the kitchen i opened a new bottle of white wine, and brought it to my masters, where i refilled their glasses. Then i knelt down beside Fred. i turned my face away from the television, expecting further orders. He looked at me, then at his crotch. Needing no further details, i knelt between his legs, and took his hard cock in my mouth. Sucking and licking his erection, i also fondled his balls softly with both hands. While he watched the events on the screen, he pushed my head deep into his lap, forcing his big dick down my throat, and almost making me choke. Giving my present master a perfect blow job, i could still hear Johnny screaming. His master must be having fun using the rod on him, i thought. Fred must have guessed my thoughts, for a sharp whiplash hit my ass, as he said :”Keep your head on the job, you pervert! And I mean literally!”. He now kept whipping my ass, while i worked on his cock. i tried to ban the movie from my thoughts, which wasn’t easy, as Johnny continued screaming. The lashes on my butt helped though, for they sounded quite clear too. The stinging pain increased at each hit, as it lasted. And it might last for quite a while, regarding Fred’s perfect self control, i was thinking. But the movie must have really excited him too, for after a mere ten minutes he shot his hot load down my throat. Pushing my head up and down, he climaxed for about three minutes. Then he pulled my head up, and i licked his dick clean. When i’d finished, he took my nipple chain in his left hand, and twisted it so my nipples touched. i moaned in pain, as he kept on pulling the chain. A grin appeared on his face, while his look switched between me and the screen.
“snail, you need a shave!”, he said suddenly. “Look, you’ve got hair all over you.”
“Yes, Master. Shall i go shave in the bathroom, Master?”, I asked.
“No, you bring the loose tub in here, and put it there, beside the tele. Then you get the shaving gear, and do it right here.”, he commanded. i went to the bathroom, and got the tub : it was three feet in square. Fortunately it was plastic, otherwise it would have been hard to handle, crawling on my knees only. i placed it on the asked spot, and saw Johnny on screen, still hanging from the ceiling. His tormentors had taken place in their seats, and he was left alone at that moment. i returned to tha bathroom and then fetched the razor, soap, and a bucket of cold water. As i crawled into the tub, Mistress Emma interrupted : “You stand on your feet now, slave, so we have a better view.”
i stood up, and started soaping my skin. Mistress Emma interrupted me once more : “You get that fucking tail out, stupid! And spread your legs, and clean it first!” i did as told, and stood licking the cat’s handle clean, eating my own shit. When it was clean, i resumed the soaping. Then i picked up the razor, and started shaving. i began with my head, and then worked downwards. There were just tiny little tips of hair, and i believe Fred ordered the shaving just to humiliate me. When i reached my ass hair, i turned around, to give my masters a clearer view. Afterward i turned back to face them. Shaving my pubic area made my penis rise again, and soon it stood straight up in full erection. Fred laughed, pointing at my crotch, comparing my five inches to his twelve. “Might as well shave that one off, snail!”, he mocked. i continued the shaving, not responding on the humiliation. When i had finally finishe my legs, i rinced the left over soap off with my hands, using the cold water from the bucket.
“Ok, time for inspection, slave! And bring your tail along!”, Fred commanded. i got out of the tub, and back on all fours i crawled to Fred, my tail in my mouth. As i arrived there, he told me to get up again and spread my legs. i stood right in front of his nose, as he looked me over. He then rubbed his fingers back and forth over my skin on several spots, to make sure all hair was removed. Then he squeezed my testicles firmly, and told me to turn around and bend over. As i stood there, my ass pointed at him, he took the cat from my mouth, and hit my bottom with it a few times. Then he pushed it back in in one hard move, almost making me tumble. i noticed the film had ended, for the last credits were shown on the screen. Behind the words, Johnny’s body was still swinging, as he still hung by his arms from the ceiling. Fred kicked me away from him, and i fell to my knees. Quickly i turned around, and bent my head, saying : “Thank you, Master, for your goodness.”.
“Get that stuff away from here, you skunk, and then pleasure your Mistress.”, he ordered.
i took the tub, with it’s ingredients, in my hand, and returned it all to the bathroom. Then i knelt before Mistress Emma, saying : “Please, Mistress, is there any way i might be at your service?”
“I think I’ll go to bed ; what do you say, Fred? Or do you still want to play? I know it’s your last day, so I’ll leave it up to you.”, Mistress Emma replied.
“No, I’ll tug in with you. Perhaps, if I can’t sleep tonight, I might resume his training. But now, I’m quite tired myself too, so let’s go.” He got out of his seat ; so did Mistress Emma. They walked to the bedroom, and i followed, as ordered. In the bedroom, they chained me to the bedposts. Thus they let me hang, my feet off the floor, spreadeagled, and only supported by my ankles and wrists. They wished me goodnight, and started making love in front of me. Their act excited my prick, in spite of my awkward position, and soon it stood erect again. When they had finished, Mistress Emma switched off the lights. Now i’m tied up, they don’t need to be cleaned, i thought to myself. But then i realized whose task that would be in the morning.
i managed to doze off a few times, but had no idea of how long I had slept, when the first whiplash hit my back. As Mistress Emma was still asleep in bed, i realized it was Fred doing the whipping. Dawn had broken, and small beams of sunlight shone over my frontside. Though i had no sense of time at all, it was morning already, and soon we would have to return to the company.
“Good morning snail.”, he said. “Had a good night’s rest? I’m just doing my morning exercises, you know.” He proceeded the whipping, and used great force to imply the lashes.
“Y-yes, Master. Thank y-you, Master.”, i answered, stuttering under his hits. Fred was using a dog whip on my ass and back, and i felt the welts grow on my skin, as he continued his exercises. After a hundred lashes he stopped, and released me. i knelt down and kissed his feet. “Thank you, Master.”, i thanked him. “Thank you for your kindness, Master.”
He lay down on the bed, on his back, and called me over. Then he ordered me to lick the sweat off his body. The exercises had caused him to transpire all over his body, so i started with his face ; then his neck, arms and chest. When i reached his crotch, his cock had grown to the full twelve inches again. i first licked it up and down, and then took it into my mouth.
“That’s right, snail. Suck it to me.”, Fred said, and i gave him yet another blow job. While i was on the job, Mistress Emma awakened, and she fetched a riding crop. She used it on my sore backside, and pushed me into a fast rhythm to do the sucking. Fred came real soon this time, and i swallowed his got semen once again. After cleaning his dick, i proceeded to lick the sweat off the rest of his body. When that was finished i serviced Mistress Emma, who climaxed just as fast as Fred had. Fred treated my backside with a birch during the act. After eating out her pussy, i followed them to the bathroom, where i washed them both, kneeling between them. It must have been rather late, for for the first time Fred didn’t demand being sucked during the bathing. Then he washed me entirely with a hard brush, which hurt terribly on my freshly whipped back and ass. As they got dressed, i was ordered to prepare breakfast, and serve it in the lounge. i took the risk of doing the cooking on my feet, because i couldn’t reach everything kneeling down. When i brought the plate to the lounge, they were waiting there already, both fully dressed. i served them on hands and feet, then knelt down beside Fred. After all, he was the one to return me to my Owner. i didn’t get anything to eat or drink, while they enjoyed their ham and eggs, and coffee.
When they were finished, the leash was attached to my collar, and Fred pulled me along. Mistress Emma walked to the front door, and we followed, me, stark naked on all fours. In the hall, i saw a big clock, which said it was six thirty am. So we’re going by car, i realized, feeling happy about it in my nudeness. We got into the van, me again in the back, chained to the passenger’s seat, my hands fastened to my collar. During the half hour drive to town, we didn’t encounter anybody, but once in the streets, there were many passers by. Some of them saw my naked, chained body, but gave no explicit reactions. At seven o’clock sharp, we parked the car in the underground garage, and i was let out. My hands were freed, so i could crawl on all fours. All three of us got into the elevator, and one minute later, we stood before Mistress Jane’s office. My Owner hadn’t arrived yet : it was far too early, but Mistress Jenny was there to receive us.
“Well, toad, you’re a minute late.”, she complained.
“i’m sorry, Mistress, but the traffic …”, Fred tried to pardon himself.
“There’s traffic every day, so that’s no excuse whatsoever. We’ll get even for that later. But now, how was the weekend? I see you’ve brought good company along. Hello, miss Emma. Nice to see you. How are you these days, and what brings you here?”
Mistress Emma embraced Mistress Jenny, and took the word. “Well, Fred stayed with me for the weekend, and he brought snail here along. We’ve had a great time, and snail has learned an awful lot. At least he should have, during all the disciplining he’s gone through. But I must say, he’s not bad for a beginner, not bad at all.” She patted my head. It was the first gentle touch she had given me so far, i thought. “We took him around a lot, and he was very popular. He even served an entire village ; at least the full male population. Yes, his cute litle ass is fully trained now.” Two slaps on my butt accompanied that sentence. “And at what time would Jane arrive?”
“Around eight, I guess. You can wait, if you like.”, Mistress Jenny invited her guest.
“Yes, if possible … and at nine another friend of ours would come see her too, to make some future arrangements.”
“All right, you just sit down here, while I take care of these species. I can see that snail hasn’t been druling : that’s a good thing for a beginner.”, Mistress Jenny said. “toad, you strip here, and put the clothes in that basket.” She pointed at a laundry basket in the corner. Fred obeyed immediately, and soon he knelt down beside me. Mistress Jenny pushed a buzzer, and Mary entered. She must have done the night shift, for she was still fully dressed. She put Fred, now again toad, on the leash, and ordered us to crawl ahead of her into the corridor. Both our asses were whipped, as we were taken to our work spaces. i was locked to my chair next to the console by my balls ring, the seat’s dildo up my ass and working. i logged in and checked the system. There were several problems, and i started working on them ; before i knew it, Mistress Jenny came in. She freed me, and took me along with her, on the leash of course. The clock in the corridor said more than an hour had passed since i had took up work. We went to Mistress Jane’s office, where i knelt down in front of my Owner.
“Hello, snail. I see you have had a pleasant weekend, didn’t you?”, she said, overlooking the bruises and welts on my skin.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress.”
“My dear friend Emma told me a few moments, but I’d like you to report your activities to me. Go ahead, speak up, snail.”
i thought for a minute ; then i started to tell the events of the past two days.
“Master Fred took me across town, on the leash, but i was allowed to walk, and we went to a bar. There we met Mistress Emma, who owns the bar, and i was to expose myself, kneeling naked on our table. i wasn’t allowed to wear any clothing since. Later we went to Mistress Emma’s place, where i served them both in many ways. i was submitted to several whippings ; then four young black friends of Mistress Emma’s joined us. i pleasured them too, and was raped and abused by all of them. The only food i got was faeces, including my own. Master Fred served the leader of the men once too, but was then relieved of his services. In the evening we went to a party in a big hall, where all guests were in some way connected to bdsm. The waitresses, subs to Mistress Diana, who owns the club, wore only a tiny apron. There were shows on stage, and later on there was a contest. One waitress, Mistress Mary, asked permission to use me for her part of the contest. Her Owner and Mistress Emma granted her the opporttunity, and Mistress Mary took me on stage. There she abused me in many ways, ending by inflaming my crotch. She won, together with a couple of Mistresses and their slaves. The prize is a weekend at the Black Domus, but she is obliged to bring me along. So she and Mistress Diana will come to see you about this this morning at nine. i hope i didn’t do wrong, Mistress?”, i tried to excuse myself.
“Not at all, snail. your tatto says it for you : ‘slave to all women’. The Black Domus … hmm … that could be fun. Go on now, I don’t think that’s all, is it?”
“No, Mistress. Then another Mistress asked a male slave for her act, but i wasn’t shaped big enough fir it. After the contest we were joined by Mistresses Diana and Mary, and another couple. i was serving as a seat, and my bottom as an ashtray. Then we went back home, where I served Mistress Emma and Master Fred, washing and pleasuring them, to be chained and whipped afterwards. In the morning I was disciplined again, and after brunch we went to Mistress Emma’s cottage in the mountains. The last few miles, in the woods, i was chained to the back of the car by my testicles, my hands locked to my collar. i had to run to follow the car, and stummbled several times, which had me being dragged across the earth. At the cottage some more disciplining took place, and then i was made to serve as a horse, pulling a carriadge forth. Leashes at my nipples and balls led me, for i was blindfolded during the ride. A horse whip urged me to gallop. After a while we stopped, and I was chained to a tree, while my masters went for a walk. There two young men found me, and fucked me on both ends. Then they took me in the ass together at the same time, which was overviewed by Mistress Emma and Master Fred, who by then had returned from their walk. They talked about what a good idea that was ; then the men joined my masters in the carriadge, and i took them back to the cottage. There they drank some beers, and i was fistfucked by one of the men. After that, the men wanted to return home, and Master Fred suggested i took them. There was a rikshaw in the stable, which i drove, the two men in the back, whipping me constantly. When we left the woods, we climbed a hill, completely in the open, and me of course still stark naked. Over the top we reached a village, which was in fact one long street, with a square at the end. We drove all the way down the street, applaused by the inhibitants. It appeared to me the entire village was one gay community. At the square we dismounted, and my head and arms were locked in a block. There the entire male population used me in the rear, making their semen to stream down my legs. Then i cycled back to my masters. After cleaning up, we drove back home, and I washed them, and myself. Then we watched a sm movie, and i was to put on a penisator. During the use of it, i must have ejaculated fifteen times. Then i served Master Fred, and after that i had to shave myself. Then i w as chained to the bedposts, and they went to sleep, after making love in front of me. Then this morning i was again disciplined, and had to serve the both of them, under the whip. After washing them, and being brushed by Master Fred, i made them breakfast, and then we returned here. That’s what happened in short, Mistress.”, i finished.
“Well, well, being fucked by a whole village. And did you like it, snail?”, my Owner asked.
“Should i be honest, Mistress?”
She whipped my face hard with a riding crop. “Of course! Would you dare to lie to me?” Another lash.
“No, Mistress. i didn’t really like it, Mistress, but i hope it pleasures you in some way, Mistress.”, i pleaded.
“you must show me where that is some time, snail. I think I’d like to visit that village once too. Have you ever been there, Emma?”
“No, I didn’t even know it existed, but I surely will go there too some day.”, Mistress Emma answered.
“Now let me see that popular ass of yours, snail! Turn around!”, my Owner commanded.
i turned around, and got to my feet, to point my bottom to Mistress Jane. She inspected it thoroughly. “Yes, it’s three times as wide as before. Nice job, Emma.”, she commented my abused entrance.
“Well, you should thank those boys : they did the big work.”
“Okay, we’ll go there together some day, okay?”
“Sure, we’ll set a date another time. And what do you think about Di and her little bitch? It really is quite something, that Mary girl.”
“I think it’s going to be a lovely weekend, and I’ll give her all support. It’s been over a year since I’ve been there, so I’m going to join them for sure, if only to keep an eye on him.”, my Owner said, as she winked in my direction. They both laughed.
“snail, you make us some coffee, and some for our next guests too.”, Mistress Jane said, whipping my nipples. i crawled into the kitchenette nextdoors, and started making coffee. i put four cups on a plate, and joined them with sugar, milk, and some cookies. While the coffee poured into the pot, i heard the guests being announced by Mistress Jenny. It was an enthusiastic welcome, as Mistress Diana hadn’t seen my Owner for quite some time. When i entered the office, all eyes followed my moves. i served them all coffee, humbly begging them to accept and enjoy it. Then i knelt down beside Mistress Jane. She chatted about past times with Mistress Diana while they drank their coffee. When the latter had finished her cup, she snapped her fingers beside her thigh. Immediately Mary took off her dress and pumps, and knelt down beside her, as naked as i was.
“Wow, Di, that sure is a nice piece. You wouldn’t …”, my Owner complimented.
“No way, Jane, dear. Perhaps you might borrow her sometimes, but then even only in my presence. I’ve taken her into custody, and would never let anything harm her.”, Mistress Diana defended her beautiful slave.
“Okay, okay. Just testing, you know. But what brings you here? I hear something about the Domus?”
“Yes, my little pet won our very own contest, and got a free weekend there, a house slave included. Only condition they put, is that the full team (there were two teams that won actually) be present there. So we came to ask if we could borrow snail for a couple of days. I’ll be there too, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Okay by me : I’ll be there too. When did you have in mind, dear?”, my Owner said.
“What about next weekend? I’ve got nothing planned yet.”, Mistress Diana suggested.
“Fine. you’ll have your free weekend sometimes, snail, but it might not be too soon. But that’s of no concern, now, is it?”
“No, Mistress,”, i replied, “anything that pleases You, i will gladly submit to, Mistress.”
“Sit as a stool!”, she commanded. i sat on all fours. “Mary, will you please come here, so I can admire your beauty. Just stand on the stool here.” Mary came over, on hands and knees, and came standing on my back.
“Spread your legs a little, dear.”, my Owner said, as she rose from her chair. She then overlooked Mary’s torso, gently touching her breasts. Mary’s nipples grew erect at the first touch, the rings hanging free from her skin now. Mistress Jane caressed the tits, then slowly lowered her hands over her stomach to her shaven pussy.
“Nice … very nice, dear. I think I’m getting jealous, Di.”, she said. Her fingers now entered the slave’s love hole, and fumbled around inside, playing with Mary’s clit. The girl moaned and sighed under the tender touches. Then Mistress Jane stepped to the girl’s back side, and stroked her bottom. “Cute little ass too … ooh, I think I’m falling for you, Mary.”
“Too late, Jane.”, Mistress Diana said. “First come, first get.”
“Yeah yeah, I know, Di. I’m just absorbing her beauty.”
“Well, leave some for me then.”
“Nag, nag. Well, you can go back to your owner.”, Mistress Jane said, slapping the slave’s bottom once. Mary got off my back, and crawled back to her mistress, where she knelt down. Her face was reddened by the excitement, caused by the tender fingertrokes. i remained on all fours, as i had had no permission to change my position.
Mistress Jane signaled Jenny, who was still in the office, to come over, and whispered something in her ear. Jenny left the room, to re-enter shortly after, accompanied by Mary, the company employee. The latter was crawling ahead of her, leashed.
“Mary, meet Mary.”, my Owner said. “Please sit opposite to each other.”
The two Marys now knelt across each other, looking at the other’s naked torso. They were a gorgeous couple, these two slave girls. They looked at one another admiringly, and one could almost see sparks of love flying back and forth. Mistress Jane must have had the same feeling, for she looked at Mistress Diana, and said : “I think we’re in for some love making, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, so it seems. All right, girls, take the couch, and give us a swell show.”
The two girls crawled to the huge couch, and climed on it. Immediately they started fondling and kissing each other, under the eyes of the three dommes and mine. All parts of their bodies were caressed, and the nipple rings were slightly tugged. After five minutes of foreplay, they took a sixty-nine position, and ate each other’s pussy. Fingers entered sphincters while the tongues did their work. my ‘colleague’, or rather superior (but weren’t all women then?), lay on top. Her legs flew in the air as they both climaxed a first time. Not getting enough of one another, the love making continued. Sighs and moans were heard, mixed with the smacking sounds of their sucking. Overlooking the spectacle had made my penis to grow hard as a rock. The dommes liked what they saw too : you could tell from their faces. Four times both slave girls had come, before they left each other. They got out of the couch and came standing in front of me, their dripping cunts exposed between their spread legs. i thought it polite to serve the guest first, and started licking all cum off her pubis. i kept licking and sucking, until the whole area was clean and dry. Then i cleaned out ‘our’ Mary’s cunt. When it was finished, the girls knelt down beside each other, holding hands.
“Well, if that isn’t love at first sight ..”, Mistress Diana said.
“Sure looks like it.”, my Owner replied. “Nice show, girls. I think you will see more of each other in the future, that is if you deserve it, of course.”
“Oh pleeease, mistress.”, her sub pleaded. “Please. I’ve never felt this way in my whole life. I’ll be a good slave girl : you can count on it, mistress.”
“I’m sure I can, Mary. Love comes both ways, you know. And I’m sure your little friend will be a good girl too, so everything will be all right. Won’t it, Di?”
“I’m certain of it, and I wouldn’t dare to interfere in such pureness.”, Mistress Diana said.
The slave girls embraced each other and kissed a long tongue kiss.
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