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I awoke just after 6 a little stiff from sleeping on the floor. I had apparently been dreaming or the aftereffects of the Viagra were still potent. I had a good erection. I rose quietly so as not to disturb Mistress and crept to the guest bath where, as instructed, I shaved and showered.
I went naked to the kitchen and prepared Mistress' breakfast of Coffee, OJ and a toasted bagel with cream cheese. I felt very sensual moving around the kitchen while naked and sporting an aroused cock. I anticipated a long morning so I ate while I could. After brushing my teeth, I arranged the breakfast on a serving tray and decorated it with a bud vase containing one of the roses I had purchased the day before. At that time I had expected a traditional birthday celebration. What had happened was anything but that. My cock stirred at the memory of the night before.
It was almost 7. I carried the tray to Mistress' room. The room was bathed in the soft orange light of morning. Mistress was sleeping (or feigning to sleep) on her back and was beautiful in repose. The top satin sheet was molded to her body and her nipples were obviously erect beneath the sheet. The sight further aroused my cock.
As I had been ordered, I put the breakfast tray on the bedside table and gently removed the sheet from atop Mistress' body. She was a glorious sight spread before me. Her luxurious red hair was spread across the green satin of her pillow. Her tits were rounded and desirable on her chest. Her neatly trimmed cunt bush didn't quite cover the pink of her cunt between her slightly spread legs.
I climbed slowly and carefully onto the bed so as not to startle her. As she had commanded me the night before, I started to lick and kiss her cunt. Slowly she began to move and then she spread her legs wider. I moved between them and worked my head towards her cunt where I began to lick and suck in earnest. Soon she was really awake, her legs wide apart and cunt gaping. I zeroed in on her clit and licked it with enthusiasm. She began to moan and suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around my head ramming my mouth deep into her twat. I sucked and lapped and she came with a scream of delight.
When she came down from her high, I said "Good morning, Mistress. Your breakfast is served." She glanced at the clock and said "Slave boy, you were thirty seconds late. I will punish you later." I was thrilled at the prospect, thinking she would spank me as she had before.
She pulled herself to a sitting position with her head against the pillows on the headboard and her legs wide apart. She picked up her orange juice and started to sip. "Continue to lick my clit, cunt slave!" I went back to work lapping and sucking. My cock was getting harder all the time.
She came as she finished her orange juice and came between halves of her bagel. By the time she had finished her coffee she had cum six times since waking. She was an incredible sex machine and I was thrilled to be her cunt slave. I was in heaven and my cock loved it. It was raging.
After she finished her breakfast she stretched her body, thrusting her magnificent tits up and out and commanded "on your back, slave. Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise or I'll tie you up next time and won't let you cum." I lay on my back and she straddled my cock and once again impaled her velvety wet cunt around my rock hard pole. She leaned forward and demanded that I lick her nipples. I did so happily and industriously.
She came several more times and finally demanded "Fill my cunt with your jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled around my mouthful of tit-flesh. With a few more strokes my body arched and my balls geysered cum through my cock into her ravening twat. I had agreed to be her slave for 48 hours. If this is what being her slave meant I was ready to commit myself to a lifetime of such service.
"Prepare my shower." I hurried to the bathroom adjusting the shower temperature to what I knew she liked. She stepped in and commanded, "Keep lapping my cunt as you wash me, slave!"
I grabbed the soap and got into the stall with her. I got on my knees and placed my lips against her cunt and started worshipping her clit with my lips and tongue. The tile floor was hard on my knees but I didn't care. She ground her face against me. I lathered her back with the bar of soap and used my other hand to move the lather around. I moved down and did the same for her ass, even running the soap into her crack and over her asshole. I then did her legs. I sucked the whole while. She had a few minor orgasms, but her need to retain her balance kept her from full enjoyment. When I finished her backside I started in on her front. It was awkward because I had to hold my hands behind the plane of my head, which was busy sucking. I managed however to give devoted attention to cleaning her tits and belly.
She pulled away from my mouth and commanded, "Wash my cunt!" I lathered the object of my recent devotion and then the water flowing over her body sluiced it clean. "Check that it is clean and soap free!" she demanded. I put my lips back to the specified region and lapped and sucked. "Your cunt is clean, Mistress," I reported.
She stepped out of the tub and I hurried after her to dry her body. "On your knees and keep lapping. I'm learning to enjoy this." As best I could while lapping and sucking I dried her body with my usual attention to her ass and tits. When she was satisfied she led me back into the bedroom. I was eager to have her wrap her cunt around my cock again. I would have to wait.
Mistress had me put the rubber sheet on the bed and then bound me spread-eagled as she had twice before. I still anticipated that she would ride my cock, which was well recovered from its earlier eruption. To my surprise, she reached into a drawer and removed shaving cream and a razor. She lathered my groin liberally and started shaving around my cock and balls. "I'm tired of all that hair obscuring my property. I want my naked, cunt-slave, naked!" She efficiently and painlessly soon had my cock and balls as naked as the day I was born. She spread some aloe lotion on the area to minimize chafing and burning and this felt so good my cock became seriously hard. It was ready to go again.
She let me up and dragged me to the bathroom where she stood me in the tub and slathered depilatory over the rest of me from the neck down. Even my armpits! She made me stand there while it worked. It burned! But I remained "in the position" with legs apart, cock forward and hands behind my head. When she was satisfied that enough time had elapsed she had me rinse down. Now all of me was as hairless as my cock and balls.
When I was dry she handed me a tube of lotion to apply to my whole body. It was soothing and made my whole body gleam. When I caught my reflection in the mirror I was amazed at the effect. My hard cock and naked, gleaming body made me feel like the epitome of cunt-slaves.
I knelt again before my Mistress' cunt and lapped and sucked. She decided she could enjoy herself more on her back, so she lay on the bed and I knelt between her legs and she had orgasm after orgasm while my cock got harder and harder.
She made me stand and tied my arms to the heavy-duty plant hanger. It was anchored securely to the ceiling. My arms were stretched above me and again I was helpless, a naked slave before his Mistress. My cock and balls were at her mercy. She straddled my cock with her cunt and drove herself to two quick orgasms before she let me have relief. I flooded her cunt in a prolonged and shuddering orgasm. It felt like I drove quarts of my jizz into her cunt.
When I was spent she got off of my cock and backed away with a smile of triumph. She circled me admiring her slave. Then she pulled a shift over her body, and donned some slip-ons. The shift was of thin material and hugged her body and emphasized her nipples. If anything she was sexier with that dress on than completely naked because I knew what was underneath. And so did my cock, which is more strongly connected to my imagination than to my eyes.
She walked around me fondling me possessively and then announced, "I'm going shopping. You are being punished. I shall be back in an hour." With a last squeeze of my balls and a stroke of my cock she left the room and the apartment.
About an hour later I heard her come in. She went to the kitchen and put some things away and then she came upstairs and entered the room. "Still here waiting for me cunt-slave?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I responded. My cock was rigid. I was eager to get my tongue back against her cunt and to plunge the full length of my cock into her hot, tight pussy.
"Lunch time," she said. She untied me, snapped the leash to my collar and led me down the stairs. Her ass wiggled provocatively under her shift. She led me into the kitchen where she pointed to a plate of food and bowl of water on the floor. "Eat your lunch properly," she ordered. I knew what that meant. I got on my hands and knees and buried my face in the food while keeping my ass high in the air and my legs apart so that Mistress could have an unobstructed view of my balls. I ate quickly and washed my face in the water.
"Under the table, slave boy." She sat at the table and began to eat her own lunch. I crawled under the table and lapped her cunt and clit while she slowly finished her lunch. Her eating was interrupted several times by her orgasms. It was only one o'clock and she had cum several dozen times since 7. I had already cum seven times in less than 24 hours and was desperate to cum again. I could never have dreamt that either of us was capable of such quantities of sex. The quality was fantastic too.
Mistress stood up from the kitchen table. "Time for your spanking, I think," she said. Just then there was a quick knock on the front door, which opened and I heard Brenda, our neighbor, holler "Hey, anybody home? Where's the birthday girl?" Mistress smiled and said to me "Guess you'll have to wait. Stay here!" She gave me a proprietary swat on the ass and walked from the kitchen calling "Hello yourself, birthday girl." Both women have the same birthday. This is part of the bond between them. Brenda and her husband, Tom, always celebrated the girls' birthday with us as a foursome. Not this year I guessed.
"How are you doing, Brenda," Mistress asked, "Having a good birthday?" "Oh," said Brenda, "I'm really down. Tom, that sonofabitch, has apparently forgotten it's my birthday today and has gone off with his buddies to play golf. How can husbands be so thoughtless?" "That's terrible," Mistress sympathized.
"I'll bet Bill didn't forget your birthday," she continued. "No, he didn't," Mistress, responded. From the kitchen I could hear the happiness in her voice. Brenda apparently picked up on it. "Oh, tell me. What did he do for your birthday? It must be nice." "It is," Mistress responded. There was a pregnant pause, then "Tell you what, I'll show you. Have a seat. I'll be right back."
I nearly fainted. She was going to show me to Brenda? I couldn't believe it. But then I realized that the thought of being "forced" to show my naked body to Brenda was exhilarating. My cock stiffened even more. Mistress came in and said, "Show time naughty slave boy." She connected the leash to my dog collar. She led me into the living room. When Brenda saw me she gasped. "What in the world...? Why is Bill like that?"
"That's the present Bill gave me. He gave me a slave for the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, or even Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and continued to stare. I was humiliated on one level and my face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see you." Mistress said with a leer.
Brenda tried to stop staring at my cock and finally averted her eyes altogether. Mistress noted. "Hey, Brenda. He's a slave. He's there for my pleasure and that of my friends. You can look at him all you want. Fondle him if you want to." Speaking to me as she unsnapped the leash "Assume the position in front of Mistress Brenda." I walked close to Brenda's chair and stood facing her with cock forward, legs apart and hands behind my head. Brenda relaxed a little and began to examine me. "Check out his ass," said Mistress. "Turn around slave." I presented my ass to Brenda.
Brenda is just a kid-maybe 19 and has been married for less than a year to Tom. She's a fine piece. She's short but has great knockers and a cute butt. She likes to show them off too, because she usually wears clothes that emphasize these endowments. Today was no exception. She was wearing a short tennis skirt and a tight scoop-necked tee shirt without bra. Protruding nipples have a way of engorging my cock, and hers protruded.
Brenda continued to stare. Mistress sat in the other chair and had me turn around so that they both had a clear view of my steel-hard cock. "Why is he shaved?" asked Brenda. "Because I wanted an unobstructed view of what I own, " said Mistress. "Gaahd!" said Brenda still coping with the concept of one neighbor as a sex slave and the other as a slave owner.
"What do you have him do?" asked Brenda. "Whatever I want," said Mistress. "For example?" asked Brenda. "Well, let me tell you about how things have gone so far. Last night he met me naked on his knees. He undressed me and then gave me a bath. While I was in the tub I made him masturbate in front of me." "You made him what?" ejaculated Brenda. "I made him whackoff. I thought I'd find it amusing and it was. He really made a mess that he had to clean up afterwards." "You're kidding!" "Nope." said Mistress, "he's my slave and he does what I want." "Gaahd, I wish I'd seen that." "I can have him demonstrate again for you if you want." Brenda, still uncomfortable backed down quickly. "No, just kidding". But she wasn't sure she was kidding.
"What else did you make him do?" "He's spent a lot of time since last night learning to lick my clitoris." "Wow!" She thought about that for a moment and then shyly asked, "What does that feel like?" "It's fabulous. It would feel good if my husband did it, but when it's a slave that you are forcing to do it, the power rush and the sexual rush combine to an incredible high." Brenda said plaintively, "I wish I could get Tom to lick my clit."
"All you have to do is demand it," Mistress said. "I've asked but he just wants me to suck his cock". "Girl," said Mistress, "you need a little assertiveness training." I almost smiled. Mistress was now the most assertive woman I knew, but before last night she presented as meek and mild. I began wondering what had triggered the change.
"Does he have intercourse with you?" asked Brenda. "You mean does he fuck me? No, I fuck him," countered Mistress. "I use his body, not the other way around. I ride his cock when it pleases me, otherwise I make him lick and suck my cunt."
Thinking perhaps that she was changing the subject, Brenda asked, "I heard you guys go out last night. Did you have fun?" "It was great," said Mistress. We had a limo and I made him lap me all the way to the restaurant with his pants around his knees and stroking his cock. At the restaurant I wouldn't let him eat or drink. I made him diddle me and stroke himself under the table. I came four times on the way to dinner and twice in the restaurant. I made him cum under the table and then led him out on my leash. He looked a sight with jizz-stains on his pants."
Brenda's jaw had dropped to her chin in wonder. "On the ride back," Mistress continued, "I made him strip completely and suck me all the way home. I made him walk in from the curb stark naked, bare-cock to the breezes. And boy did he have a hard-on by then."
"I made him eat chocolate syrup from my cunt and tits and made him give me an hour-long full body massage before I let him sleep on the floor by my bed. This morning he woke me with cuntlapping, sucked me while I ate breakfast and then kept it up while he washed me in the shower."
"What a birthday present!" Brenda said. "How much longer is he going to be your slave?" "Until tomorrow night at 6 answered Mistress. Between now and then my cunt is going to be very, very happy."
Brenda mused for a moment. "That damned Tom didn't even remember my birthday. I'd sure like to make him a slave for even a day." "Then go for it," said Mistress. "Oh he wouldn't do it," said Brenda. "He will if you handle him right", countered Mistress. "What do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"When he comes home be real pissed. Lay a real guilt trip on him. At some point he's bound to say something like 'I'll make it up to you.' You say 'How?' and whatever he comes up with you dismiss as worthless. Finally he'll say something like 'I'll do anything you want, Brenda, just don't be mad'. Then you bear down 'you don't really mean that. You wouldn't do just anything I want.' He'll say, 'sure I will, just tell me.' You go back and forth a few times like this and then you say 'Okay, I want you to spend from now to Sunday night doing everything I tell you to. You will be my slave.' At that point he'll probably renege. You then storm out of the room really pissed saying 'I said you wouldn't do what I wanted.' He'll finally cave and say 'All right, I'll do it.' You must then seize the moment. 'Okay then show me. Strip naked and get on your knees.'"
"If he complies, and he probably will, you've got him. Take it from there one-step at a time. He'll undoubtedly enjoy himself although he may not realize it to begin with. Most men like to be dominated sexually by a woman. Make sure that he gets to cum often enough so that he doesn't rebel. Once he's been in the role for a while you can do anything you want to him." I recognized this final advice. It had sure worked on me. Mistress had drained my balls five times last night and made me a deliriously happy cunt slave. Now, even after being frustrated for much of the morning, I had no urge to rebel.
Brenda said, "I don't know if I could." "Brenda," said Mistress, "Stop being a wuss. Tom's forgotten your birthday and you should be pissed enough to demand he give you what my husband gave me voluntarily." "But I don't know if I can carry it off," said Brenda. "If I can, you can," said Mistress.
"Let's give you a little experience. My slave was late getting breakfast to me. For that he is about to be spanked. If you help me it will demean him and make the punishment better. It will also help you gain confidence." I was mortified and excited at the thought of being spanked in front of Brenda. She was awed "You mean you're going to spank him and you want me to watch?" "Not quite," said Mistress. "I'm going to spank him while you watch and learn how to do it. Then you'll spank him while I watch and critique your effort." I was stunned, but once again the twitching of my cock convinced me I liked the idea.
"Over my knees, slave," said Mistress. I draped myself across her lap with my naked ass vulnerable and exposed. As before she didn't just spank me but added the humiliating but exhilarating familiarities of fondling my ass and stroking my balls and cock. This time she even tweaked my nipples. She began to spank me with just that stroke that was humiliating and punishing but not so painful that it wasn't arousing. She interrupted her work occasionally to play possessively with my body. Arranged as I was I could see an expression of wonder on Brenda's face. Judging by the flush she was developing she was aroused by the thought that her turn was about to come. Her nipples had hardened and lengthened and threatened to poke through her tight, tee shirt.
When Mistress was done, she commanded "Slave, kneel before Mistress Brenda and beg her to spank you for being naughty." "Yes, Mistress," I said. I crawled to Mistress Brenda and knelt before her. I knew my role well by now. I knelt with my back straight and my knees well apart so that my throbbing cock was in plain view. I hung my head and in a begging voice said "Mistress Brenda, I have been a naughty slave and deserve punishment. Please spank me."
"All right," said Brenda weakly. "No, no," said Mistress. "Come on Brenda. You're a mistress. Demand he get over lap." Her voice strengthened somewhat but she was still not in the role. "Get over my knees, naughty slave." I climbed on her lap and she mimicked Mistress actions. But the touch was very different. Where Mistress fondled and stroked with the assurance of ownership, Brenda's touch was tentative and nervous. "For God's Sake, Brenda, he's a slave. Take pleasure from his body. Grab, squeeze, fondle! While he's on your lap he's your slave. Use him!"
Her touch firmed and then she began spanking me. Timidly at first but with encouragement from Mistress she picked up her blows. When she stopped to play with my body I sensed a growing confidence. Mistress encouraged her to keep going and soon she was very confident. Her blows were significantly stronger than Mistress delivered and I began to squirm as my ass warmed. The sensation of my cock grinding into her lap drove Brenda even farther and finally Mistress made her stop. "I think you're getting it. Slave, run, don't walk to the bathroom and bring back a towel. Hurry I want to see those balls bounce. Wait upstairs until I call you and then bounce those balls on the way back down." "Yes Mistress," I said as I trotted to the stairs, cock out and balls bouncing beneath.
I could hear low voices as they conversed. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was clear that Mistress was convincing Brenda of what she must do next. After a few minutes I was called back down stairs and I came quickly bouncing my balls for their pleasure. Mistress said, "Slave, do what Mistress Brenda commands." "Yes, Mistress," I said and turned to Brenda.
With the assurance born of spanking me she commanded. "Lay the towel out flat before me, slave!" "Yes, Mistress," as I complied. "Kneel before me!" "Yes, Mistress." I knelt in the appropriate position. My cock thought it knew what was coming but it was wrong, at least temporarily. I looked up as Brenda stepped toward me. I was amazed and thrilled to note that she had removed the panties from beneath her short skirt. Her cunt was inches from my face. "Lap my clit, cunt-slave," she said with almost convincing authority. Surprised as I was, I knew that my Mistress wanted me to do it and so I stuck my tongue out, found the nubbin and started licking. I found it interesting that the size, texture and taste were different than that of my Mistress. Brenda stood there taking it for a few minutes and then suddenly began to convulse. To steady herself she grabbed my head and rammed her cunt into my face. From the corner of my eye I could see Mistress fingering her cunt as she too came.
When Brenda recovered she stepped back. As she straightened it was like watching an actor pretending that an alien was taking over her body. She seemed to grow before my eyes; she began to radiate authority and power. With a newfound voice of command she shouted, "Now grab that cock and show me jizz!" I grabbed my cock and started pumping. It didn't take long. I squirted pulse after pulse of my pent-up jizz onto the towel. Brenda and Mistress watched me with detached and debasing interest. When I was finished, Brenda commanded "Clean up and stand in the corner."
She turned to Mistress with a radiant expression on her face. "Beth, that was great! Thanks for the education. It won't take me long now to bring Tom to heel or," she giggled, "I should say, to knee. Why don't we eat in for dinner tonight? Our slaves can serve us and then provide entertainment." "Grand idea," said Mistress. "See you at six." Brenda grabbed her panties and went home.
Mistress ordered me to clean the house for our guests. She grabbed a beer and sat back enjoying the view as her naked-slave houseboy vacuumed the living room rug and straightened up. She had me set the table for two and then made me clean up the kitchen. Every once in a while she would beckon me over and have me kneel and lap her to another orgasm.
When the apartment was ready she had me lie down on the floor and she rode my mouth for what seemed like hours cumming time after time. She shed her shift and had me suck her nipples. I was getting very hard again and eager to bury my cock in her hot pussy.
Mistress came to the same conclusion and impaled herself, sliding her deliciously slippery cunt down over my eager rod. She bottomed out and started riding with the usual warning about not cumming. She had been pumping for a few minutes and had experienced two orgasms when there came a quick knock. Brenda burst into the room, and oblivious to the sight before her blurted, "It worked, Beth, it worked! He's my slave!"
She then realized what she had interrupted. "Oops, sorry! Didn't mean to interrupt." With great savoire-faire Mistress said, "You haven't, I'm still riding him." She kept working my rod and said to Brenda "Great! So that means that they'll be two of them to entertain us later. I'll be finished here in a few minutes. Find something for Tom to do and let's go shopping. There are things we need for the rest of the weekend." Brenda smiled, "Yah, good idea. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Slave, give me a kiss goodbye!" She squatted over me and thrust her twat against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to lick her clit, but I had just brushed it when she laughed and scooted out the door.
Mistress rode me hard for another five minutes and then commanded "Cum, cunt slave. Fill my pussy with your jizz." I needed no further encouragement. My body arched as my balls sent a huge load of jizz into her steaming cunt. It was amazing, but it seemed that each time I came I was generating more jizz, not less.
Mistress made me sit in a chair and tied me up with my hand on my cock. "I don't want you going anywhere. You may play with yourself. When I get back I want to see your cock hard, but I don't want to see any stains indicating you had an unauthorized cum." She put on her shift and some slip-ons and left.
About an hour later Mistress returned. My cock was hard as commanded. She swept in carrying a huge bundle of packages and carried them upstairs. I heard her storing them away. Then she returned and looked me over arrogantly staring particularly at my cock. "I see you've behaved. Too bad." She pulled her shift over her head and pushed my chair and me over onto our backs. She then straddled my face and demanded I lick. After enjoying herself for several orgasms she untied me and had me lie on the floor while she rode me without letting me cum.
She led the way upstairs where we repeated the bath procedures of the previous evening. I drew the bath while she fondled me and then stood in the position while she soaked. I whacked off for her amusement and then scrubbed her body with my naked hands savoring every intimate spot. As a surprise she had me shave her cunt, which I did very carefully with interruptions to lap shaving cream from her clit. My cock loved the new look.
I helped her dress. She had me apply lipstick to her nipples and her cunt lips. I was ordered to suck them first to prepare them. She made up her face while I stood where she could admire my hardening equipment. When her face and hair were ready she had me assist her in putting on the gown she planned to wear to dinner. It was in the style of a formal gown with empire bodice and long skirt, but the similarity stopped there. It was in all-but transparent material of emerald hue that left very little to the imagination. Especially since her cunt and nipples had been highlighted by the lipstick.
She put on a necklace and dangling earrings and then stepped into high heels that I held for her. She stood before me and had me kneel. "How do I look?" she asked. "Wonderful, Mistress." "I can tell you are being truthful," she said looking down at my hard cock. Indeed she was the stuff of wet dreams and I was living one.
"You must now get ready." She supervised me as I shaved closely and showered. She had me reshave my crotch so that it was smooth. She had me coat myself with an oil that gave my body a bronze sheen. She then gave me another Viagra "I don't want you making a poor impression this evening."
She led me down stairs and I poured her a glass of wine, which she sipped while strolling around the room. I, of course, stood "in the position" facing her for easy viewing and fondling. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Mistress commanded me to answer it. There were Tom and Mistress Brenda. Tom was stark naked with a roaring hard-on and he had already been shavedBrenda moved quickly. He was not, however oiled. I was glad to see that his equipment was not larger than my own-I had been worried about invidious comparisons. Brenda was an eyeful. She was dressed much like Mistress in the style of gown suitable for formal public occasions, but made in a material meant for the privacy of the bedroom. Her nipples and pubic hair were very apparent. It was also apparent that she had not used lipstick on her nipples or her cunt. Mistress was still ahead of her in that department.
Tom moved into the room looking very embarrassed and uncertain. Mistress moved imperiously toward him. Brenda commanded him, "Assume the position, Slave". Mistress walked slowly around him. "So this is your slave, Mistress Brenda. Not bad. Good ass," she said as she fondled his cheeks. "Nice balls," as she fondled his testicles. "Nice cock," as she firmly grabbed his tool and gave it a couple of pumps. "Has he learned to suck?" "Yes he has," answered Mistress Brenda. "Is he as good as my slave?" asked Mistress. "Try him out," suggested Mistress Brenda.
Mistress moved to a chair and sat. As she sat the folds of her gown parted to each side and her lipsticked cunt was fully exposed. "Kneel before me, Slave," she commanded Tom. He didn't need a second invitation. He got to his knees before her gaping cunt and instantly obeyed the command "Suck my clit!" He buried his face in her twat and I could see his head working furiously. Mistress came with one orgasm. "I'm feeling left out," said Mistress Brenda. "Help yourself to my slave," said my Mistress. Brenda sat and her dress split much like Mistress'. I knelt and lapped. Both Mistresses started having orgasm after orgasm. When they'd each had a half dozen, they had us stand and commanded us to serve them dinner. Tom's face was covered with lipstick from Mistress' snatch.
The Mistresses sat at opposite ends of the table. I was ordered to fetch the food and Tom the wine. Tom poured and then I served their plates. Mistress turned to Tom, "Slave, you will replenish our glasses. Stand at the side of the table. Lift your cock and balls up and rest them on the table where we can enjoy looking at them." Tom complied with a "Yes, Mistress." He had to stand on tiptoes to get high enough.
Then Mistress commanded me. "Get under the table. Lap me until I cum and then move to Mistress Brenda. Keep doing this until you are told to stop." I crawled beneath the table to face Mistress' gaping and gown-framed cunt. I started lapping with all the expertise I could muster. When she came I turned around and laved Mistress Brenda to an orgasm. Then back to Mistress.
After awhile Tom and I were commanded to change roles. It was strange but exciting to have my cock and balls lying on the table within easy reach of the two mistresses who would reach over and squeeze them arrogantly as the mood struck.
After dinner the Mistresses moved to the dining room with their coffee where they reclined in chairs with us on our knees, our tongues working vigorously. "It is time you learned about your duties for the rest of the evening."
"We have invited some friends over. They are expecting to find naked men for entertainment so they will not be startled to see you like this. Tom looked stunned. I was momentarily startled but then thrilled. Mistress was proving to have an uncanny ability to make me do things that yesterday morning I would have thought I would hate but that I now knew where just what I wanted. The idea of being the naked entertainment for the enjoyment of a bunch of women was thrilling. My cock hardened and I realized the Viagra was doing very nicely.
You will both kneel facing the door. When you hear a knock you will call 'Please come in, Mistress'".
"One of you will know each woman. The one of you who knows the woman will make the following statement:
'Mistress Blank, our owners bid you welcome. They have ordered us to serve you in any way you command. If we do not please you, she expects you to spank us. Our mouths, lips, tongues and cocks are yours to use as you wish. Mistress only asks that you enjoy yourself.'"
"Four women will be coming. When all have been greeted you will serve drinks and canap‚s. You will circulate throughout the evening staying in easy reach of our guests. They have been told the dress code is skirt without panties. They should have figured out what that likely means. Therefore, you should be prepared to service their cunts when they command it, but only when they command it. If either of you cums without permission, you will not be spanked. Instead, you will be whipped with a belt and you will eat your cum out of the cunt you put it in. Is all that clear." "Yes, Mistress," we said together. My cock was throbbing and oozing.
The first three guests were taken aback by our condition and didn't quite know what to do. They had expected naked men, but apparently, in spite of the no-panty suggestion, not ones prepared to suck their twats. They listened to our speeches and then moved around us somewhat nervously to greet the Mistresses and the other guests. One was bold enough to look over our cocks, but that was it.
When the last guest came through the door I was dismayed. It was the women we referred to at work as "The Ice Queen" when being polite and "The Frigid Bitch" when we weren't. She stepped into the room and looked commandingly down at us. She is a very tall woman of over 6 feet. She was wearing high heels, which made her even taller, and she was wearing a short skirt from which extended legs of amazing length. She was wearing a tight tee shirt of very thin cotton and her nipples poked out. You know by now how I react to protruding nipples.
"She listened impatiently to our spiel and when we finished she said to me "Nice to see you on your knees where you belong, you arrogant prick. I didn't think I would so lucky as to find you as the entertainment. I suppose the other guests haven't had the guts to use you properly." With that she grabbed my head and forced it to her twat. "Start sucking," she commanded. She was a natural mistress. Before the night was over I expected to have been used and abused by her thoroughly. I looked forward to it. My cock raged.
When she had a nice cum, she let go of me and moved into the room. She wished the mistresses a happy birthday and greeted the other guests. She commented to Mistress "I'm glad to see that they're not just for decoration. I may have some ideas for their use later, if you'll oblige me." "Of course," said Mistress and Mistress Brenda almost simultaneously. It was going to prove an interesting night.
I circulated around the room carrying drinks on a small tray. I was careful to keep the tray from obscuring views of my cock. The Mistresses had ordered me to prepare a particularly potent batch of Planter's Punch and as expected the guests drank more alcohol than they might otherwise. They became very uninhibited. Within a half hour most of the women were copping a feel of my ass when I passed. Tom was getting a similar treatment. Soon they were playing with our cocks and balls.
About an hour into the party, Ice Queen appropriated a chair and sat legs akimbo. She beckoned to Tom. "I think we've had enough food for a few minutes. Start lapping and make it good!" Tom by now was with the program. He didn't hesitate but knelt before that beautiful snatch and started sucking. The Ice Queen thawed a little with three quick orgasms. Before she had cum even a second time one of the other women demanded that I suck her cunt and I eagerly obliged. During the next hour Tom and I sucked all six cunts to at least a total of thirty orgasms. I was having the time of my life!
Again it was the Ice Queen who broke through to the next level. She had me lie down on my back with my rigid pole aimed at the ceiling. She straddled me and started riding hard. Within a few strokes her well-primed cunt spasmed and she came. As she built up for a second cum, she pulled her tee up revealing her fantastic, firm tits and shoved them in my face. "Suck, slave." As she reached her second cum I heard another of the women order Tom to his back and he was soon being ridden hard. That did it. One by one they rode our cocks.
We pounded into cunts and sucked tits frenetically. The women enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. Each one of them rode each of us. It was heaven. My Viagra cock was like steel and never had felt so good. Mistress had taught me my place as a slave and I managed not to cum, focusing instead on giving maximum pleasure.
Tom had not been in service long and sucking on the Ice Queen's tits while plumbing her hot snatch was too much for him. He screamed and arched and came in wave after wave of passion. Mistress Brenda was overjoyed. She thundered at Tom. "What did you just do? You were told not to cum. Now you'll pay!"
The Ice Queen rolled over onto her back. Four of the remaining women grabbed Tom's arms and legs and forced him into a position with his mouth on the Ice Queen's cunt. "Started sucking that jizz out," Mistress Brenda commanded. One of the women had been wearing a skirt with a leather belt. Mistress Brenda borrowed it and shouting, "Suck, Slave," with each blow began to whip Tom's exposed ass. Tom was helpless. He hollered and squirmed but the women held him down. His squirming inflamed the Ice Queen. "I'm going to whip you until all that cum is swallowed," yelled Brenda and kept whipping with the belt. Tom screamed a few more times but realized his situation was hopeless. He started lapping. Brenda continued whipping Tom for another thirty hard blows while the Ice Queen had another three orgasms. With the Ice Queen currently satiated and Tom's ass a bright scarlet, Brenda stopped. "Get back to a kneeling position and lap my cunt," she commanded. Defeated, Tom complied and Brenda came with a screaming, shuddering orgasm. Power is a wonderful aphrodisiac.
While Tom was lapping, the Ice Queen looked evilly in my direction and said. "I didn't like the way you lapped my cunt, so I'm going to spank you." God, what a turn-on! I had spent many an afternoon at work fantasizing about fucking this beautiful bitch and now she was going to spank me instead. I draped myself over her lap. My cock thrust into her creamy thighs and she began to spank me with hard stinging blows. They hurt, but the image I had of her swaying tits was sufficient to drive my cock to additional hardness. Finally she decided she had had enough and pushed me on to the floor.
With everyone but me spent, the party calmed down and went back to eating and drinking. About 10:30 someone said they probably should go. The Ice Queen said "Hey, before you do let's have a jack-off contest." Some of the women looked a little confused. "We make them stand in front of us and whack off. The first one to come is the winner." "That sounds neat. I've never seen a man masturbate before." "Nothing like a first time," said another. "But what does the winner get?" asked one. "He gets to cum of course," said the Ice Queen laughing. "What about the loser?" "We'll make him eat the cum of the winner," said the Ice Queen gleefully.
It was quickly arranged. The women sat down in row of chairs facing us leering, catcalling and making lewd remarks. We stood before them in the position. My cock was huge, hard and ready. Tom was not as hard as I was. He had cum a little while before and he hadn't had Viagra. I didn't expect to be eating jizz that evening.
"One, two, three go!" Said the Ice Queen. We reached for our cocks and the Ice Queen yelled, "Stop!" We did, puzzled. "Change hands. We want to enjoy this for a while." She knew cocks. I was used to whacking off righthanded and felt uncomfortable using my left, but fun is fun. Tom and I shifted hands and again the Ice Queen gave the start signal. At "three" we started beating. It was more difficult to cum with the wrong hand but the feeling was still exquisite. Here I was stroking my hard cock before an audience of appreciative, horny women. I was in heaven.
It was really no contest. After only two minutes my cock erupted and pulse after pulse of my jizz flew across the room to land on the hardwood floor. As I came, the Ice Queen reached out and knocked Tom's hand away from his cock. Four women grabbed him as he tried to back away. As the last of my jizz arched to the floor Tom was forced onto his knees with his head down. Brenda again wielded the belt and, after a few hard blows to his still red and sensitive ass, Tom resigned himself to the inevitable and cleaned my still-hot jizz from the floor.
Mistress moved up to me and squeezing my balls and caressing my ass said, "I'm proud of you, cunt-slave. That made me horny. Suck me some more." I knelt and sucked as Tom continued to lap. The jeering women egged him on.
Shortly thereafter the party broke up but not before each women got a goodnight lapping from each cunt-slave. Tom and Brenda went home. My balls were spent but I was a happy man.
Mistress was not yet done with me. She had me clean up the mess left by the party while she admired my bouncing cock. Then she led me upstairs where I was required to give her a goodnight massage like I had the night before. By the time I finished, the Viagra had once again driven my cock to raging hardness. She rode me vigorously, let me cum in her cunt, and drifted off to sleep. As I lay on the floor at the foot of her bed I regretted that the weekend was almost over.
I went naked to the kitchen and prepared Mistress' breakfast of Coffee, OJ and a toasted bagel with cream cheese. I felt very sensual moving around the kitchen while naked and sporting an aroused cock. I anticipated a long morning so I ate while I could. After brushing my teeth, I arranged the breakfast on a serving tray and decorated it with a bud vase containing one of the roses I had purchased the day before. At that time I had expected a traditional birthday celebration. What had happened was anything but that. My cock stirred at the memory of the night before.
It was almost 7. I carried the tray to Mistress' room. The room was bathed in the soft orange light of morning. Mistress was sleeping (or feigning to sleep) on her back and was beautiful in repose. The top satin sheet was molded to her body and her nipples were obviously erect beneath the sheet. The sight further aroused my cock.
As I had been ordered, I put the breakfast tray on the bedside table and gently removed the sheet from atop Mistress' body. She was a glorious sight spread before me. Her luxurious red hair was spread across the green satin of her pillow. Her tits were rounded and desirable on her chest. Her neatly trimmed cunt bush didn't quite cover the pink of her cunt between her slightly spread legs.
I climbed slowly and carefully onto the bed so as not to startle her. As she had commanded me the night before, I started to lick and kiss her cunt. Slowly she began to move and then she spread her legs wider. I moved between them and worked my head towards her cunt where I began to lick and suck in earnest. Soon she was really awake, her legs wide apart and cunt gaping. I zeroed in on her clit and licked it with enthusiasm. She began to moan and suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around my head ramming my mouth deep into her twat. I sucked and lapped and she came with a scream of delight.
When she came down from her high, I said "Good morning, Mistress. Your breakfast is served." She glanced at the clock and said "Slave boy, you were thirty seconds late. I will punish you later." I was thrilled at the prospect, thinking she would spank me as she had before.
She pulled herself to a sitting position with her head against the pillows on the headboard and her legs wide apart. She picked up her orange juice and started to sip. "Continue to lick my clit, cunt slave!" I went back to work lapping and sucking. My cock was getting harder all the time.
She came as she finished her orange juice and came between halves of her bagel. By the time she had finished her coffee she had cum six times since waking. She was an incredible sex machine and I was thrilled to be her cunt slave. I was in heaven and my cock loved it. It was raging.
After she finished her breakfast she stretched her body, thrusting her magnificent tits up and out and commanded "on your back, slave. Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise or I'll tie you up next time and won't let you cum." I lay on my back and she straddled my cock and once again impaled her velvety wet cunt around my rock hard pole. She leaned forward and demanded that I lick her nipples. I did so happily and industriously.
She came several more times and finally demanded "Fill my cunt with your jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled around my mouthful of tit-flesh. With a few more strokes my body arched and my balls geysered cum through my cock into her ravening twat. I had agreed to be her slave for 48 hours. If this is what being her slave meant I was ready to commit myself to a lifetime of such service.
"Prepare my shower." I hurried to the bathroom adjusting the shower temperature to what I knew she liked. She stepped in and commanded, "Keep lapping my cunt as you wash me, slave!"
I grabbed the soap and got into the stall with her. I got on my knees and placed my lips against her cunt and started worshipping her clit with my lips and tongue. The tile floor was hard on my knees but I didn't care. She ground her face against me. I lathered her back with the bar of soap and used my other hand to move the lather around. I moved down and did the same for her ass, even running the soap into her crack and over her asshole. I then did her legs. I sucked the whole while. She had a few minor orgasms, but her need to retain her balance kept her from full enjoyment. When I finished her backside I started in on her front. It was awkward because I had to hold my hands behind the plane of my head, which was busy sucking. I managed however to give devoted attention to cleaning her tits and belly.
She pulled away from my mouth and commanded, "Wash my cunt!" I lathered the object of my recent devotion and then the water flowing over her body sluiced it clean. "Check that it is clean and soap free!" she demanded. I put my lips back to the specified region and lapped and sucked. "Your cunt is clean, Mistress," I reported.
She stepped out of the tub and I hurried after her to dry her body. "On your knees and keep lapping. I'm learning to enjoy this." As best I could while lapping and sucking I dried her body with my usual attention to her ass and tits. When she was satisfied she led me back into the bedroom. I was eager to have her wrap her cunt around my cock again. I would have to wait.
Mistress had me put the rubber sheet on the bed and then bound me spread-eagled as she had twice before. I still anticipated that she would ride my cock, which was well recovered from its earlier eruption. To my surprise, she reached into a drawer and removed shaving cream and a razor. She lathered my groin liberally and started shaving around my cock and balls. "I'm tired of all that hair obscuring my property. I want my naked, cunt-slave, naked!" She efficiently and painlessly soon had my cock and balls as naked as the day I was born. She spread some aloe lotion on the area to minimize chafing and burning and this felt so good my cock became seriously hard. It was ready to go again.
She let me up and dragged me to the bathroom where she stood me in the tub and slathered depilatory over the rest of me from the neck down. Even my armpits! She made me stand there while it worked. It burned! But I remained "in the position" with legs apart, cock forward and hands behind my head. When she was satisfied that enough time had elapsed she had me rinse down. Now all of me was as hairless as my cock and balls.
When I was dry she handed me a tube of lotion to apply to my whole body. It was soothing and made my whole body gleam. When I caught my reflection in the mirror I was amazed at the effect. My hard cock and naked, gleaming body made me feel like the epitome of cunt-slaves.
I knelt again before my Mistress' cunt and lapped and sucked. She decided she could enjoy herself more on her back, so she lay on the bed and I knelt between her legs and she had orgasm after orgasm while my cock got harder and harder.
She made me stand and tied my arms to the heavy-duty plant hanger. It was anchored securely to the ceiling. My arms were stretched above me and again I was helpless, a naked slave before his Mistress. My cock and balls were at her mercy. She straddled my cock with her cunt and drove herself to two quick orgasms before she let me have relief. I flooded her cunt in a prolonged and shuddering orgasm. It felt like I drove quarts of my jizz into her cunt.
When I was spent she got off of my cock and backed away with a smile of triumph. She circled me admiring her slave. Then she pulled a shift over her body, and donned some slip-ons. The shift was of thin material and hugged her body and emphasized her nipples. If anything she was sexier with that dress on than completely naked because I knew what was underneath. And so did my cock, which is more strongly connected to my imagination than to my eyes.
She walked around me fondling me possessively and then announced, "I'm going shopping. You are being punished. I shall be back in an hour." With a last squeeze of my balls and a stroke of my cock she left the room and the apartment.
About an hour later I heard her come in. She went to the kitchen and put some things away and then she came upstairs and entered the room. "Still here waiting for me cunt-slave?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I responded. My cock was rigid. I was eager to get my tongue back against her cunt and to plunge the full length of my cock into her hot, tight pussy.
"Lunch time," she said. She untied me, snapped the leash to my collar and led me down the stairs. Her ass wiggled provocatively under her shift. She led me into the kitchen where she pointed to a plate of food and bowl of water on the floor. "Eat your lunch properly," she ordered. I knew what that meant. I got on my hands and knees and buried my face in the food while keeping my ass high in the air and my legs apart so that Mistress could have an unobstructed view of my balls. I ate quickly and washed my face in the water.
"Under the table, slave boy." She sat at the table and began to eat her own lunch. I crawled under the table and lapped her cunt and clit while she slowly finished her lunch. Her eating was interrupted several times by her orgasms. It was only one o'clock and she had cum several dozen times since 7. I had already cum seven times in less than 24 hours and was desperate to cum again. I could never have dreamt that either of us was capable of such quantities of sex. The quality was fantastic too.
Mistress stood up from the kitchen table. "Time for your spanking, I think," she said. Just then there was a quick knock on the front door, which opened and I heard Brenda, our neighbor, holler "Hey, anybody home? Where's the birthday girl?" Mistress smiled and said to me "Guess you'll have to wait. Stay here!" She gave me a proprietary swat on the ass and walked from the kitchen calling "Hello yourself, birthday girl." Both women have the same birthday. This is part of the bond between them. Brenda and her husband, Tom, always celebrated the girls' birthday with us as a foursome. Not this year I guessed.
"How are you doing, Brenda," Mistress asked, "Having a good birthday?" "Oh," said Brenda, "I'm really down. Tom, that sonofabitch, has apparently forgotten it's my birthday today and has gone off with his buddies to play golf. How can husbands be so thoughtless?" "That's terrible," Mistress sympathized.
"I'll bet Bill didn't forget your birthday," she continued. "No, he didn't," Mistress, responded. From the kitchen I could hear the happiness in her voice. Brenda apparently picked up on it. "Oh, tell me. What did he do for your birthday? It must be nice." "It is," Mistress responded. There was a pregnant pause, then "Tell you what, I'll show you. Have a seat. I'll be right back."
I nearly fainted. She was going to show me to Brenda? I couldn't believe it. But then I realized that the thought of being "forced" to show my naked body to Brenda was exhilarating. My cock stiffened even more. Mistress came in and said, "Show time naughty slave boy." She connected the leash to my dog collar. She led me into the living room. When Brenda saw me she gasped. "What in the world...? Why is Bill like that?"
"That's the present Bill gave me. He gave me a slave for the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, or even Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and continued to stare. I was humiliated on one level and my face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see you." Mistress said with a leer.
Brenda tried to stop staring at my cock and finally averted her eyes altogether. Mistress noted. "Hey, Brenda. He's a slave. He's there for my pleasure and that of my friends. You can look at him all you want. Fondle him if you want to." Speaking to me as she unsnapped the leash "Assume the position in front of Mistress Brenda." I walked close to Brenda's chair and stood facing her with cock forward, legs apart and hands behind my head. Brenda relaxed a little and began to examine me. "Check out his ass," said Mistress. "Turn around slave." I presented my ass to Brenda.
Brenda is just a kid-maybe 19 and has been married for less than a year to Tom. She's a fine piece. She's short but has great knockers and a cute butt. She likes to show them off too, because she usually wears clothes that emphasize these endowments. Today was no exception. She was wearing a short tennis skirt and a tight scoop-necked tee shirt without bra. Protruding nipples have a way of engorging my cock, and hers protruded.
Brenda continued to stare. Mistress sat in the other chair and had me turn around so that they both had a clear view of my steel-hard cock. "Why is he shaved?" asked Brenda. "Because I wanted an unobstructed view of what I own, " said Mistress. "Gaahd!" said Brenda still coping with the concept of one neighbor as a sex slave and the other as a slave owner.
"What do you have him do?" asked Brenda. "Whatever I want," said Mistress. "For example?" asked Brenda. "Well, let me tell you about how things have gone so far. Last night he met me naked on his knees. He undressed me and then gave me a bath. While I was in the tub I made him masturbate in front of me." "You made him what?" ejaculated Brenda. "I made him whackoff. I thought I'd find it amusing and it was. He really made a mess that he had to clean up afterwards." "You're kidding!" "Nope." said Mistress, "he's my slave and he does what I want." "Gaahd, I wish I'd seen that." "I can have him demonstrate again for you if you want." Brenda, still uncomfortable backed down quickly. "No, just kidding". But she wasn't sure she was kidding.
"What else did you make him do?" "He's spent a lot of time since last night learning to lick my clitoris." "Wow!" She thought about that for a moment and then shyly asked, "What does that feel like?" "It's fabulous. It would feel good if my husband did it, but when it's a slave that you are forcing to do it, the power rush and the sexual rush combine to an incredible high." Brenda said plaintively, "I wish I could get Tom to lick my clit."
"All you have to do is demand it," Mistress said. "I've asked but he just wants me to suck his cock". "Girl," said Mistress, "you need a little assertiveness training." I almost smiled. Mistress was now the most assertive woman I knew, but before last night she presented as meek and mild. I began wondering what had triggered the change.
"Does he have intercourse with you?" asked Brenda. "You mean does he fuck me? No, I fuck him," countered Mistress. "I use his body, not the other way around. I ride his cock when it pleases me, otherwise I make him lick and suck my cunt."
Thinking perhaps that she was changing the subject, Brenda asked, "I heard you guys go out last night. Did you have fun?" "It was great," said Mistress. We had a limo and I made him lap me all the way to the restaurant with his pants around his knees and stroking his cock. At the restaurant I wouldn't let him eat or drink. I made him diddle me and stroke himself under the table. I came four times on the way to dinner and twice in the restaurant. I made him cum under the table and then led him out on my leash. He looked a sight with jizz-stains on his pants."
Brenda's jaw had dropped to her chin in wonder. "On the ride back," Mistress continued, "I made him strip completely and suck me all the way home. I made him walk in from the curb stark naked, bare-cock to the breezes. And boy did he have a hard-on by then."
"I made him eat chocolate syrup from my cunt and tits and made him give me an hour-long full body massage before I let him sleep on the floor by my bed. This morning he woke me with cuntlapping, sucked me while I ate breakfast and then kept it up while he washed me in the shower."
"What a birthday present!" Brenda said. "How much longer is he going to be your slave?" "Until tomorrow night at 6 answered Mistress. Between now and then my cunt is going to be very, very happy."
Brenda mused for a moment. "That damned Tom didn't even remember my birthday. I'd sure like to make him a slave for even a day." "Then go for it," said Mistress. "Oh he wouldn't do it," said Brenda. "He will if you handle him right", countered Mistress. "What do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"When he comes home be real pissed. Lay a real guilt trip on him. At some point he's bound to say something like 'I'll make it up to you.' You say 'How?' and whatever he comes up with you dismiss as worthless. Finally he'll say something like 'I'll do anything you want, Brenda, just don't be mad'. Then you bear down 'you don't really mean that. You wouldn't do just anything I want.' He'll say, 'sure I will, just tell me.' You go back and forth a few times like this and then you say 'Okay, I want you to spend from now to Sunday night doing everything I tell you to. You will be my slave.' At that point he'll probably renege. You then storm out of the room really pissed saying 'I said you wouldn't do what I wanted.' He'll finally cave and say 'All right, I'll do it.' You must then seize the moment. 'Okay then show me. Strip naked and get on your knees.'"
"If he complies, and he probably will, you've got him. Take it from there one-step at a time. He'll undoubtedly enjoy himself although he may not realize it to begin with. Most men like to be dominated sexually by a woman. Make sure that he gets to cum often enough so that he doesn't rebel. Once he's been in the role for a while you can do anything you want to him." I recognized this final advice. It had sure worked on me. Mistress had drained my balls five times last night and made me a deliriously happy cunt slave. Now, even after being frustrated for much of the morning, I had no urge to rebel.
Brenda said, "I don't know if I could." "Brenda," said Mistress, "Stop being a wuss. Tom's forgotten your birthday and you should be pissed enough to demand he give you what my husband gave me voluntarily." "But I don't know if I can carry it off," said Brenda. "If I can, you can," said Mistress.
"Let's give you a little experience. My slave was late getting breakfast to me. For that he is about to be spanked. If you help me it will demean him and make the punishment better. It will also help you gain confidence." I was mortified and excited at the thought of being spanked in front of Brenda. She was awed "You mean you're going to spank him and you want me to watch?" "Not quite," said Mistress. "I'm going to spank him while you watch and learn how to do it. Then you'll spank him while I watch and critique your effort." I was stunned, but once again the twitching of my cock convinced me I liked the idea.
"Over my knees, slave," said Mistress. I draped myself across her lap with my naked ass vulnerable and exposed. As before she didn't just spank me but added the humiliating but exhilarating familiarities of fondling my ass and stroking my balls and cock. This time she even tweaked my nipples. She began to spank me with just that stroke that was humiliating and punishing but not so painful that it wasn't arousing. She interrupted her work occasionally to play possessively with my body. Arranged as I was I could see an expression of wonder on Brenda's face. Judging by the flush she was developing she was aroused by the thought that her turn was about to come. Her nipples had hardened and lengthened and threatened to poke through her tight, tee shirt.
When Mistress was done, she commanded "Slave, kneel before Mistress Brenda and beg her to spank you for being naughty." "Yes, Mistress," I said. I crawled to Mistress Brenda and knelt before her. I knew my role well by now. I knelt with my back straight and my knees well apart so that my throbbing cock was in plain view. I hung my head and in a begging voice said "Mistress Brenda, I have been a naughty slave and deserve punishment. Please spank me."
"All right," said Brenda weakly. "No, no," said Mistress. "Come on Brenda. You're a mistress. Demand he get over lap." Her voice strengthened somewhat but she was still not in the role. "Get over my knees, naughty slave." I climbed on her lap and she mimicked Mistress actions. But the touch was very different. Where Mistress fondled and stroked with the assurance of ownership, Brenda's touch was tentative and nervous. "For God's Sake, Brenda, he's a slave. Take pleasure from his body. Grab, squeeze, fondle! While he's on your lap he's your slave. Use him!"
Her touch firmed and then she began spanking me. Timidly at first but with encouragement from Mistress she picked up her blows. When she stopped to play with my body I sensed a growing confidence. Mistress encouraged her to keep going and soon she was very confident. Her blows were significantly stronger than Mistress delivered and I began to squirm as my ass warmed. The sensation of my cock grinding into her lap drove Brenda even farther and finally Mistress made her stop. "I think you're getting it. Slave, run, don't walk to the bathroom and bring back a towel. Hurry I want to see those balls bounce. Wait upstairs until I call you and then bounce those balls on the way back down." "Yes Mistress," I said as I trotted to the stairs, cock out and balls bouncing beneath.
I could hear low voices as they conversed. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was clear that Mistress was convincing Brenda of what she must do next. After a few minutes I was called back down stairs and I came quickly bouncing my balls for their pleasure. Mistress said, "Slave, do what Mistress Brenda commands." "Yes, Mistress," I said and turned to Brenda.
With the assurance born of spanking me she commanded. "Lay the towel out flat before me, slave!" "Yes, Mistress," as I complied. "Kneel before me!" "Yes, Mistress." I knelt in the appropriate position. My cock thought it knew what was coming but it was wrong, at least temporarily. I looked up as Brenda stepped toward me. I was amazed and thrilled to note that she had removed the panties from beneath her short skirt. Her cunt was inches from my face. "Lap my clit, cunt-slave," she said with almost convincing authority. Surprised as I was, I knew that my Mistress wanted me to do it and so I stuck my tongue out, found the nubbin and started licking. I found it interesting that the size, texture and taste were different than that of my Mistress. Brenda stood there taking it for a few minutes and then suddenly began to convulse. To steady herself she grabbed my head and rammed her cunt into my face. From the corner of my eye I could see Mistress fingering her cunt as she too came.
When Brenda recovered she stepped back. As she straightened it was like watching an actor pretending that an alien was taking over her body. She seemed to grow before my eyes; she began to radiate authority and power. With a newfound voice of command she shouted, "Now grab that cock and show me jizz!" I grabbed my cock and started pumping. It didn't take long. I squirted pulse after pulse of my pent-up jizz onto the towel. Brenda and Mistress watched me with detached and debasing interest. When I was finished, Brenda commanded "Clean up and stand in the corner."
She turned to Mistress with a radiant expression on her face. "Beth, that was great! Thanks for the education. It won't take me long now to bring Tom to heel or," she giggled, "I should say, to knee. Why don't we eat in for dinner tonight? Our slaves can serve us and then provide entertainment." "Grand idea," said Mistress. "See you at six." Brenda grabbed her panties and went home.
Mistress ordered me to clean the house for our guests. She grabbed a beer and sat back enjoying the view as her naked-slave houseboy vacuumed the living room rug and straightened up. She had me set the table for two and then made me clean up the kitchen. Every once in a while she would beckon me over and have me kneel and lap her to another orgasm.
When the apartment was ready she had me lie down on the floor and she rode my mouth for what seemed like hours cumming time after time. She shed her shift and had me suck her nipples. I was getting very hard again and eager to bury my cock in her hot pussy.
Mistress came to the same conclusion and impaled herself, sliding her deliciously slippery cunt down over my eager rod. She bottomed out and started riding with the usual warning about not cumming. She had been pumping for a few minutes and had experienced two orgasms when there came a quick knock. Brenda burst into the room, and oblivious to the sight before her blurted, "It worked, Beth, it worked! He's my slave!"
She then realized what she had interrupted. "Oops, sorry! Didn't mean to interrupt." With great savoire-faire Mistress said, "You haven't, I'm still riding him." She kept working my rod and said to Brenda "Great! So that means that they'll be two of them to entertain us later. I'll be finished here in a few minutes. Find something for Tom to do and let's go shopping. There are things we need for the rest of the weekend." Brenda smiled, "Yah, good idea. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Slave, give me a kiss goodbye!" She squatted over me and thrust her twat against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to lick her clit, but I had just brushed it when she laughed and scooted out the door.
Mistress rode me hard for another five minutes and then commanded "Cum, cunt slave. Fill my pussy with your jizz." I needed no further encouragement. My body arched as my balls sent a huge load of jizz into her steaming cunt. It was amazing, but it seemed that each time I came I was generating more jizz, not less.
Mistress made me sit in a chair and tied me up with my hand on my cock. "I don't want you going anywhere. You may play with yourself. When I get back I want to see your cock hard, but I don't want to see any stains indicating you had an unauthorized cum." She put on her shift and some slip-ons and left.
About an hour later Mistress returned. My cock was hard as commanded. She swept in carrying a huge bundle of packages and carried them upstairs. I heard her storing them away. Then she returned and looked me over arrogantly staring particularly at my cock. "I see you've behaved. Too bad." She pulled her shift over her head and pushed my chair and me over onto our backs. She then straddled my face and demanded I lick. After enjoying herself for several orgasms she untied me and had me lie on the floor while she rode me without letting me cum.
She led the way upstairs where we repeated the bath procedures of the previous evening. I drew the bath while she fondled me and then stood in the position while she soaked. I whacked off for her amusement and then scrubbed her body with my naked hands savoring every intimate spot. As a surprise she had me shave her cunt, which I did very carefully with interruptions to lap shaving cream from her clit. My cock loved the new look.
I helped her dress. She had me apply lipstick to her nipples and her cunt lips. I was ordered to suck them first to prepare them. She made up her face while I stood where she could admire my hardening equipment. When her face and hair were ready she had me assist her in putting on the gown she planned to wear to dinner. It was in the style of a formal gown with empire bodice and long skirt, but the similarity stopped there. It was in all-but transparent material of emerald hue that left very little to the imagination. Especially since her cunt and nipples had been highlighted by the lipstick.
She put on a necklace and dangling earrings and then stepped into high heels that I held for her. She stood before me and had me kneel. "How do I look?" she asked. "Wonderful, Mistress." "I can tell you are being truthful," she said looking down at my hard cock. Indeed she was the stuff of wet dreams and I was living one.
"You must now get ready." She supervised me as I shaved closely and showered. She had me reshave my crotch so that it was smooth. She had me coat myself with an oil that gave my body a bronze sheen. She then gave me another Viagra "I don't want you making a poor impression this evening."
She led me down stairs and I poured her a glass of wine, which she sipped while strolling around the room. I, of course, stood "in the position" facing her for easy viewing and fondling. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Mistress commanded me to answer it. There were Tom and Mistress Brenda. Tom was stark naked with a roaring hard-on and he had already been shavedBrenda moved quickly. He was not, however oiled. I was glad to see that his equipment was not larger than my own-I had been worried about invidious comparisons. Brenda was an eyeful. She was dressed much like Mistress in the style of gown suitable for formal public occasions, but made in a material meant for the privacy of the bedroom. Her nipples and pubic hair were very apparent. It was also apparent that she had not used lipstick on her nipples or her cunt. Mistress was still ahead of her in that department.
Tom moved into the room looking very embarrassed and uncertain. Mistress moved imperiously toward him. Brenda commanded him, "Assume the position, Slave". Mistress walked slowly around him. "So this is your slave, Mistress Brenda. Not bad. Good ass," she said as she fondled his cheeks. "Nice balls," as she fondled his testicles. "Nice cock," as she firmly grabbed his tool and gave it a couple of pumps. "Has he learned to suck?" "Yes he has," answered Mistress Brenda. "Is he as good as my slave?" asked Mistress. "Try him out," suggested Mistress Brenda.
Mistress moved to a chair and sat. As she sat the folds of her gown parted to each side and her lipsticked cunt was fully exposed. "Kneel before me, Slave," she commanded Tom. He didn't need a second invitation. He got to his knees before her gaping cunt and instantly obeyed the command "Suck my clit!" He buried his face in her twat and I could see his head working furiously. Mistress came with one orgasm. "I'm feeling left out," said Mistress Brenda. "Help yourself to my slave," said my Mistress. Brenda sat and her dress split much like Mistress'. I knelt and lapped. Both Mistresses started having orgasm after orgasm. When they'd each had a half dozen, they had us stand and commanded us to serve them dinner. Tom's face was covered with lipstick from Mistress' snatch.
The Mistresses sat at opposite ends of the table. I was ordered to fetch the food and Tom the wine. Tom poured and then I served their plates. Mistress turned to Tom, "Slave, you will replenish our glasses. Stand at the side of the table. Lift your cock and balls up and rest them on the table where we can enjoy looking at them." Tom complied with a "Yes, Mistress." He had to stand on tiptoes to get high enough.
Then Mistress commanded me. "Get under the table. Lap me until I cum and then move to Mistress Brenda. Keep doing this until you are told to stop." I crawled beneath the table to face Mistress' gaping and gown-framed cunt. I started lapping with all the expertise I could muster. When she came I turned around and laved Mistress Brenda to an orgasm. Then back to Mistress.
After awhile Tom and I were commanded to change roles. It was strange but exciting to have my cock and balls lying on the table within easy reach of the two mistresses who would reach over and squeeze them arrogantly as the mood struck.
After dinner the Mistresses moved to the dining room with their coffee where they reclined in chairs with us on our knees, our tongues working vigorously. "It is time you learned about your duties for the rest of the evening."
"We have invited some friends over. They are expecting to find naked men for entertainment so they will not be startled to see you like this. Tom looked stunned. I was momentarily startled but then thrilled. Mistress was proving to have an uncanny ability to make me do things that yesterday morning I would have thought I would hate but that I now knew where just what I wanted. The idea of being the naked entertainment for the enjoyment of a bunch of women was thrilling. My cock hardened and I realized the Viagra was doing very nicely.
You will both kneel facing the door. When you hear a knock you will call 'Please come in, Mistress'".
"One of you will know each woman. The one of you who knows the woman will make the following statement:
'Mistress Blank, our owners bid you welcome. They have ordered us to serve you in any way you command. If we do not please you, she expects you to spank us. Our mouths, lips, tongues and cocks are yours to use as you wish. Mistress only asks that you enjoy yourself.'"
"Four women will be coming. When all have been greeted you will serve drinks and canap‚s. You will circulate throughout the evening staying in easy reach of our guests. They have been told the dress code is skirt without panties. They should have figured out what that likely means. Therefore, you should be prepared to service their cunts when they command it, but only when they command it. If either of you cums without permission, you will not be spanked. Instead, you will be whipped with a belt and you will eat your cum out of the cunt you put it in. Is all that clear." "Yes, Mistress," we said together. My cock was throbbing and oozing.
The first three guests were taken aback by our condition and didn't quite know what to do. They had expected naked men, but apparently, in spite of the no-panty suggestion, not ones prepared to suck their twats. They listened to our speeches and then moved around us somewhat nervously to greet the Mistresses and the other guests. One was bold enough to look over our cocks, but that was it.
When the last guest came through the door I was dismayed. It was the women we referred to at work as "The Ice Queen" when being polite and "The Frigid Bitch" when we weren't. She stepped into the room and looked commandingly down at us. She is a very tall woman of over 6 feet. She was wearing high heels, which made her even taller, and she was wearing a short skirt from which extended legs of amazing length. She was wearing a tight tee shirt of very thin cotton and her nipples poked out. You know by now how I react to protruding nipples.
"She listened impatiently to our spiel and when we finished she said to me "Nice to see you on your knees where you belong, you arrogant prick. I didn't think I would so lucky as to find you as the entertainment. I suppose the other guests haven't had the guts to use you properly." With that she grabbed my head and forced it to her twat. "Start sucking," she commanded. She was a natural mistress. Before the night was over I expected to have been used and abused by her thoroughly. I looked forward to it. My cock raged.
When she had a nice cum, she let go of me and moved into the room. She wished the mistresses a happy birthday and greeted the other guests. She commented to Mistress "I'm glad to see that they're not just for decoration. I may have some ideas for their use later, if you'll oblige me." "Of course," said Mistress and Mistress Brenda almost simultaneously. It was going to prove an interesting night.
I circulated around the room carrying drinks on a small tray. I was careful to keep the tray from obscuring views of my cock. The Mistresses had ordered me to prepare a particularly potent batch of Planter's Punch and as expected the guests drank more alcohol than they might otherwise. They became very uninhibited. Within a half hour most of the women were copping a feel of my ass when I passed. Tom was getting a similar treatment. Soon they were playing with our cocks and balls.
About an hour into the party, Ice Queen appropriated a chair and sat legs akimbo. She beckoned to Tom. "I think we've had enough food for a few minutes. Start lapping and make it good!" Tom by now was with the program. He didn't hesitate but knelt before that beautiful snatch and started sucking. The Ice Queen thawed a little with three quick orgasms. Before she had cum even a second time one of the other women demanded that I suck her cunt and I eagerly obliged. During the next hour Tom and I sucked all six cunts to at least a total of thirty orgasms. I was having the time of my life!
Again it was the Ice Queen who broke through to the next level. She had me lie down on my back with my rigid pole aimed at the ceiling. She straddled me and started riding hard. Within a few strokes her well-primed cunt spasmed and she came. As she built up for a second cum, she pulled her tee up revealing her fantastic, firm tits and shoved them in my face. "Suck, slave." As she reached her second cum I heard another of the women order Tom to his back and he was soon being ridden hard. That did it. One by one they rode our cocks.
We pounded into cunts and sucked tits frenetically. The women enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. Each one of them rode each of us. It was heaven. My Viagra cock was like steel and never had felt so good. Mistress had taught me my place as a slave and I managed not to cum, focusing instead on giving maximum pleasure.
Tom had not been in service long and sucking on the Ice Queen's tits while plumbing her hot snatch was too much for him. He screamed and arched and came in wave after wave of passion. Mistress Brenda was overjoyed. She thundered at Tom. "What did you just do? You were told not to cum. Now you'll pay!"
The Ice Queen rolled over onto her back. Four of the remaining women grabbed Tom's arms and legs and forced him into a position with his mouth on the Ice Queen's cunt. "Started sucking that jizz out," Mistress Brenda commanded. One of the women had been wearing a skirt with a leather belt. Mistress Brenda borrowed it and shouting, "Suck, Slave," with each blow began to whip Tom's exposed ass. Tom was helpless. He hollered and squirmed but the women held him down. His squirming inflamed the Ice Queen. "I'm going to whip you until all that cum is swallowed," yelled Brenda and kept whipping with the belt. Tom screamed a few more times but realized his situation was hopeless. He started lapping. Brenda continued whipping Tom for another thirty hard blows while the Ice Queen had another three orgasms. With the Ice Queen currently satiated and Tom's ass a bright scarlet, Brenda stopped. "Get back to a kneeling position and lap my cunt," she commanded. Defeated, Tom complied and Brenda came with a screaming, shuddering orgasm. Power is a wonderful aphrodisiac.
While Tom was lapping, the Ice Queen looked evilly in my direction and said. "I didn't like the way you lapped my cunt, so I'm going to spank you." God, what a turn-on! I had spent many an afternoon at work fantasizing about fucking this beautiful bitch and now she was going to spank me instead. I draped myself over her lap. My cock thrust into her creamy thighs and she began to spank me with hard stinging blows. They hurt, but the image I had of her swaying tits was sufficient to drive my cock to additional hardness. Finally she decided she had had enough and pushed me on to the floor.
With everyone but me spent, the party calmed down and went back to eating and drinking. About 10:30 someone said they probably should go. The Ice Queen said "Hey, before you do let's have a jack-off contest." Some of the women looked a little confused. "We make them stand in front of us and whack off. The first one to come is the winner." "That sounds neat. I've never seen a man masturbate before." "Nothing like a first time," said another. "But what does the winner get?" asked one. "He gets to cum of course," said the Ice Queen laughing. "What about the loser?" "We'll make him eat the cum of the winner," said the Ice Queen gleefully.
It was quickly arranged. The women sat down in row of chairs facing us leering, catcalling and making lewd remarks. We stood before them in the position. My cock was huge, hard and ready. Tom was not as hard as I was. He had cum a little while before and he hadn't had Viagra. I didn't expect to be eating jizz that evening.
"One, two, three go!" Said the Ice Queen. We reached for our cocks and the Ice Queen yelled, "Stop!" We did, puzzled. "Change hands. We want to enjoy this for a while." She knew cocks. I was used to whacking off righthanded and felt uncomfortable using my left, but fun is fun. Tom and I shifted hands and again the Ice Queen gave the start signal. At "three" we started beating. It was more difficult to cum with the wrong hand but the feeling was still exquisite. Here I was stroking my hard cock before an audience of appreciative, horny women. I was in heaven.
It was really no contest. After only two minutes my cock erupted and pulse after pulse of my jizz flew across the room to land on the hardwood floor. As I came, the Ice Queen reached out and knocked Tom's hand away from his cock. Four women grabbed him as he tried to back away. As the last of my jizz arched to the floor Tom was forced onto his knees with his head down. Brenda again wielded the belt and, after a few hard blows to his still red and sensitive ass, Tom resigned himself to the inevitable and cleaned my still-hot jizz from the floor.
Mistress moved up to me and squeezing my balls and caressing my ass said, "I'm proud of you, cunt-slave. That made me horny. Suck me some more." I knelt and sucked as Tom continued to lap. The jeering women egged him on.
Shortly thereafter the party broke up but not before each women got a goodnight lapping from each cunt-slave. Tom and Brenda went home. My balls were spent but I was a happy man.
Mistress was not yet done with me. She had me clean up the mess left by the party while she admired my bouncing cock. Then she led me upstairs where I was required to give her a goodnight massage like I had the night before. By the time I finished, the Viagra had once again driven my cock to raging hardness. She rode me vigorously, let me cum in her cunt, and drifted off to sleep. As I lay on the floor at the foot of her bed I regretted that the weekend was almost over.
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