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I awoke at 6 on schedule and crept quietly down to the kitchen with my cock at half-mast. I immediately downed a Viagra from the supply Mistress had obtained for me. As I prepared her breakfast I could hear sounds from the adjacent apartment indicating that Tom was probably on the same schedule I was.

On Saturday I had noted that Mistress really enjoyed using Tom's cock and mouth the few times she had done so. I tiptoed to Tom's door and scratched quietly until he answered. As I expected he too was naked and at halfmast. He obviously had the same orders I did. I quietly broached the subject of a slave swap and both our cocks hardened significantly as we agreed to do it.

He left for my apartment and I silently carried Mistress Brenda's breakfast to her room. She was sleeping on her back, and the sheet had slipped from her breasts. They were as large and shapely as I had remembered. There went my cock again. I put down the tray and carefully removed the sheet exposing her cunt. I was not particularly surprised to discover that sometime after the party her cunt had been shaved clean.

My problem was that she was sleeping with her legs together. I couldn't crawl onto the bed between them to minister to her as she had ordered her slave to do. So standing at her side I gently leaned over and began to kiss and lap her thighs as close to her cunt-slit as I could. As I expected she began to spread her legs.

Just as I was about to climb onto the bed her eyes opened and she realized that it was not Tom getting ready to suck her pussy. She came fully awake. She kicked at me, knocking me to the floor. Before I could recover she had jumped out of bed and had a handful of my hair in her hand and her cunt inches from my face. She literally thundered at me "What do you think you're doing, slave? Who ordered you to come here and wake me?" "It was my idea, Mistress," I answered. "Slave Tom and I thought you and Mistress Beth would enjoy a new slave to awaken you." "How dare you think, Slave," roared Mistress Brenda. "Your job is not to think, but to obey. You're just a piece of meat carrying a tongue and cock for our pleasure. You'll both be sorry for this."

I cringed before her anger. "I'm sorry Mistress. I'll leave right away and have Slave Tom come back." She glared. "You'll do no such thing unless I order it. I'm not going to be without a slave even for the time it might take him to get back here. You're here and you'll serve my cunt. And don't think you'll enjoy it. You have not obeyed your commands to awaken your own Mistress and by God I'm going to see that as long as you're here you'll pay for it. Start sucking, cunt-slave."

She moved back onto the bed and began her breakfast as I frantically followed and tried to keep my mouth sucking on her cunt and tonguing her clit. She enjoyed her leisurely breakfast and the six orgasms accompanying it. My cock wanted relief but it wasn't going to have permission to get it.

After she had finished breakfast she tied me to the bed, cock up. She retrieved a little jar of marbles from her bedside table. "There are thirty marbles in here. Between now and 9 o'clock I'm going to ride your cock. Every time I cum I'll take one marble out of the jar. If the jar is empty before the hour is up, you get to cum. If it isn't, then you're going to get on your knees and suck my cunt for the remaining marbles while I whip your ass. God help you if you cum without permission. You don't even want to think about the consequences. I've seen Mistress Beth punish you, and she pleasures you more than she punishes you. I don't work that way! You don't want to cross me!"

For the first time since Friday night I was worried. I had made a big mistake in suggesting to Tom that we swap. Mistress Brenda was a bitch!

Mistress Brenda climbed on and began riding. She had no trouble achieving her first half dozen orgasms but then she began to slow down. An orgasm every two minutes is an exhausting pace. While Brenda was insatiable she apparently wasn't inexhaustible. She was at twenty with only five minutes to go.

The only reason I had not cum myself was that she had really frightened me. Nevertheless, the Viagra coupled with the sight of those bouncing boobs before me, and the feel of her velvety wet cunt sliding against the length of my cock was having its effect.

She arched her back and grasping her bountiful tits, squeezed them and lifted them up for my inspection. "How do you like these?" she asked. Wouldn't you like to suck them?" I knew that if I did I was lost, but I could only say "Yes, Mistress."

She leaned forward and I took her tit-flesh into my gaping, slavering mouth. I sucked and flicked her nipples. That did it. The effect on my cock was too great. As she had her twenty-second orgasm of the hour I came. A night's rest had allowed what seemed like a quart of jizz to build in my balls. I arched, I shuddered. I came in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure pumping wave after wave of hot jizz into her steaming cunt.

"You came! I warned you. First you'll clean my cunt. Swallow every drop of that slimy spunk you insolently pumped into my cunt." She quickly planted her cunt over my mouth. I had never eaten jizz before and I was not eager to try. I didn't immediately start sucking. She reached back and squeezed my balls hard enough to cause me serious pain. "I said 'Suck.' You're in no position to argue." I started sucking. I found the taste revolting and gagged but kept sucking gamely. "And you'll keep sucking until I've had the rest of my orgasms." I sucked and swallowed while she had her last eight.

She untied me and dragged me downstairs where she tied me across a wing chair. She arranged things so my feet were on the floor and my face was at just the level of her cunt. She had brought the belt and the jar with marbles. "Okay, now we do it again. But while I'm having orgasms I'm also going to be whipping your ass. So I'd suggest you put all the talent you can into your tongue."

I started lapping and she started whipping. Hurting me, fortunately, really turned her on, so she had her thirty orgasms quickly. But, nevertheless, my ass was quickly aflame and was at red heat by the time she finished.

When she was done she untied me and said "I've heard how you bathe your mistress, so now you'll do me. Complete with jackoff." She led me upstairs and we went through the now familiar routine, bubble bath, jackoff, washing, licking and dressing. When she was dressed again she called Mistress Beth on the phone to invite her and Tom to lunch.

Lunch was like last night's dinner. One of us served with cock and balls on display. The other sucked. With my ass as sore as it was, I was glad sitting wasn't required. Mistress looked like she'd eaten the proverbial canary and Tom, damn him, looked a little smug. Tom's ass was not red. No wonder he had jumped at the opportunity for a switch.


After lunch Mistress Beth and I went back to our own apartment and as soon as we were through the door she made me kneel and suck. She grabbed my hair and ground my face into her twat. She was very stern. "That was a naughty thing you did this morning. By the color of your ass I can see that Mistress Brenda punished you." By the sounds coming from next door it sounded like Brenda was already giving it to Tom too. "But it is not enough that Mistress Brenda punished you for insulting her. I am going to punish you for disobeying me." She came with a shudder as she thought of what she had planned and what my tongue was then doing to her clit.

"We have the rest of the afternoon to punish you, slave. Run upstairs and get the scarves and ropes." "Yes, Mistress" I said as I raced up the stairs, balls bouncing and cock reviving. It was amazing. I'd have thought by now I'd be worn out, but I felt like I could go on like this forever. I was glad, though, to be back under my own Mistress' control.

I bounced back down stairs and found that Mistress had moved the ottoman to the middle of the room. "Drape yourself over that, ass up!" I was clearly in for another spanking session, or so I thought. My cock, well used as it was, loved the thought. "Yes, Mistress," I said as I complied. She bound me hand and foot to the legs of the upholstered footstool. Once again I was helpless and my cock loved it.

She rummaged in the closet and brought out the camcorder and tripod. Oh, God, I thought: we'll have souvenir pictures. I was getting hard again fast. She set up the camera, put in a new cassette and started it recording. "A little documentation of your predicament will prove amusing later," she sneered.

She turned and went out of sight. I heard her climb the stairs to the bedroom. I squirmed and ground my cock into the soft leather of the ottoman as I thought of seeing the video of her spanking me while I was helpless and exposed. It was thrilling. I was amazed to realize I was ready to cum again.

When she returned and moved into my field of view right next to my face, I was aghast. I couldn't quite comprehend what I was seeing and then with a frisson of fear and arousal I recognized what it was and what it meant.

She was wearing a harness that encircled her waist and thighs. Mounted in the middle, right at her cunt, was a fake cock jutting straight before her. It was mesmerizing. I realized that it was significantly longer than my own, although it was probably not quite so thick. That close to my face the first impression was absolutely intimidating.

"How do you like my toy?" leered Mistress. "Uh," was all I could manage and that in a trembling voice. "It's really neat," she said. She grasped the head and pulled it slightly away from her. "See, it's double ended. One end sticks into me and rubs my clit, the other sticks out for use on my slave."

I started to squirm and whimper in earnest. My cock was wilting. I wasn't sure I liked this anymore. Mistress walked next to me and swatted me hard on the ass. "Take it like a slave, slave." She laughed and knelt in front of me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth towards her dildo. "Open wide, slave, so I can fuck your mouth." This had now suddenly gone too far. "No," I said determinedly.

Mistress suddenly turned nasty. "That will cost you," as she cruelly twisted my hair. "You're my slave and you'll do what I want." "No," I repeated through clenched teeth. "Then I'll shove it up your virgin ass," she said as she rose and started to move behind me. That really scared me. "No, No," I screamed. "Then suck it," she demanded. I was beaten and knew it. "Okay, I'll do it." "You'll do what?" demanded Mistress haughtily. "I'll suck your cock, Mistress."

"That's better," she said as she again knelt in front of me and pushed the rubber dildo towards my face. I opened my mouth in abject surrender and took in the fake cock. I knew the camera was recording everything and that added to my misery. I rubbed the tip of the cock in and out against my lips, but Mistress wanted more. She slowly and inexorably drove the cock into my mouth.

I realized she intended to shove the whole thing into me and I desperately tried to relax to avoid gagging. She finally succeeded in bottoming out. I had successfully deep-throated the whole thing. I was surprised to discover I was proud of my feat. She then pumped furiously. "Squeeze your lips on it hard," she demanded. This had the effect of causing her end of the dildo to slide in and out against her cunt. She came with one, then a second and finally a third violent orgasm before she had had enough.

By the time she reached her second orgasm, I had relaxed enough that I did not hate the experience. In fact, the effect on her was so intense that it was provoking a positive response in me. I couldn't believe it but my cock was beginning to tell me that I was enjoying this.

When she had had enough she pulled out and knelt before me grinning evilly. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" "No Mistress," I responded. "You'll enjoy the next part too." She reached under the ottoman and brought out a huge container of K-Y Jelly with an applicator nipple. "No," I screamed. "No, I won't agree to let you do that." "And what are you going to do about it? You're a slave; my slave. You're helpless and defenseless. I will do what I want to your body. You gave me permission to use it as I want and this is what I want. I'm going to fuck your ass, so shut up and relax. You might enjoy it."

I started to struggle violently and to shout. When I opened my mouth to scream again she rammed a wad of panties in my mouth. She quickly tied them in place with a scarf around my head. I could only whimper through the gag. The cock rocked menacingly and obscenely before my eyes.

When she had me gagged she stroked a liberal supply of KY on the jutting weapon. "You'll love it and it will all be on tape to share with your friends. The Ice Queen will love having a copy." I continued to struggle and whimper. She was pitiless. She moved behind me and my thrashing redoubled, but tied as I was to the heavy ottoman I could not escape. I felt something press against my asshole and at first thought it was her cock. It wasn't. It was apparently the nipple for the K-Y. I felt jelly flow into my asshole as she patted my ass and stroked my balls.

Then she settled over me, her tits thrust into my back. I felt the head of the cock push against my sphincter. I involuntarily tightened it. "I have enough strength to ram this in," she snarled, "but it will hurt a lot less if you try and relax. Get used to it. Some guys take cocks in their ass all the time." I was still horrified and didn't want this to happen but I realized the determination in her steely tone. I tried to relax. She sensed this and with a cry of triumph drove the tip an inch into my ass. To my surprise it was only uncomfortable. It didn't hurt. She gained another inch. She slid back and forth at this depth a few times and I could feel my sphincter relaxing. Maybe I could survive this.

Suddenly with a cry of triumph she drove the rest of the cock into my ass to its full depth. It felt huge in my bowels, but I was surprised to realize that she hadn't ripped anything. Then she began to pump. The cock slid in and then out and I began to experience a strange sensation. It was massaging my prostate and that felt fantastic.

She kept pumping and had an orgasm as the friction between my ass and the dildo moved her end of the tool against her clit. My cock began to respond and as she came a second time it got rock hard. By the time she came a third time I was groaning with pleasure. Suddenly the sensation quintupled. She had switched on a vibrator in the dildo and the sensation against my prostate was overwhelming. I was suddenly transported to a whole new level of experience. Pleasure is too weak a word to describe the feelings I was having. Suddenly, as she came a fourth time, my cock erupted flooding the ottoman and my belly.

She had done it again. She had forced me to do something I thought I would hate only to find that I loved it. I couldn't wait for her to use the vibrator on me again. As she untied me, she said, "If you want me to butt fuck you again, you're going to have to lap up all the jizz you spilled on the ottoman." The experience had been so devastating and addicting that I knew I would do anything to have that dildo up my ass again. I was hooked. I lapped my cum eagerly from the stool and, surprisingly, I had gotten used to the taste.


The rest of the afternoon went fast. We did all the things we'd learned to do. I sucked and licked. She rode my cock and let me cum in her cunt. She fucked my mouth and ass with her dildo. The highlight of the afternoon was being called over to Brenda's and Tom's. Brenda had tied Tom to their ottoman (Some community planning had gone on during the shopping trip yesterday.)

She was wearing a dildo and hardness too, but her dildo was huge. It must have been 9" long and 3" in diameter. My cock wilted from fear that she might get permission to use it on me. She announced that she wanted witnesses to her deflowering of that disobedient slave boy she owned. Tom was whimpering and begging, but Brenda wasn't showing pity. She greased his ass and her fake pole and rammed it to the hilt while he squirmed and screamed. She had six quick orgasms while my mistress fingered her own cunt.

When Brenda turned on the vibrator, I could see Tom's cock stiffen a little, but the pain was so great that he never did cum. Brenda whipped his ass for fifteen minutes until it was a bright red. Brenda had another five orgasms and I sucked Mistress to two. Then Mistress took me home.

Mistress spent the last hour of my first slavery having me lap her cunt, which had been inflamed by watching Tom's rape. She came another half dozen times. We were still on the bed and my cock was raging hard when 6 O'clock came. Beth hugged and cuddled me and said, "Darling, that's the best birthday present a guy ever gave his wife. I had a wonderful time." "I did too," I said, but I have this little problem." I pointed at my cock.

She hopped out of the bed and said "Stand up. I'll give you a down payment on your birthday present." I stood and she knelt before me. "I look forward to being your slave, Master." She opened her mouth and wrapped it around my cock and sucked it in to the root. Her tongue lapped around it as she sucked and pumped her head up and down. The feeling was wonderful and within minutes I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop while looking up at me with adoring eyes.

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