Male Slave’s Weekend of Punishment

Mistress Haile stood blocking my exit from the room, dressed in her black leather panties, her leather boots, glossy red lips and nails, her beautiful long blonde hair gently framing her beautiful face. She scowled at me and told me to kneel on all fours facing the window. My cock was beginning to swell and throb now following Mistress Haile’s handiwork! The cock ring gripping the base of my cock and balls like a vice. The spiked sheath was now beginning to become agonizingly painful as my erection grew! My balls were stretched and separated with the ball spreader and Mistress Haile was surely smiling now watching my discomfort grow!

The next think I knew, Mistress Haile faced me as she commanded me to open my mouth and accept the gag! I was being gagged with a pair of Mistress Haile’s fragrant panties that she had been wearing all day. I was told to stay still, do not move an inch and wait until she returned. My heart raced as I wondered what was in store for me now! My cock was pulsing, my erection growing but then subsiding as the sharp spikes bit into my flesh and the pain cut off the moment! I so desperately wanted to release my member from it’s tight confines and let it expand to it’s full length! But Mistress had other plans and the wicked CBT contraption prevented any erection even though my mind was commanding it to grow and grow! It had been five long days since my Mistress Haile had allowed me to cum, my balls felt as if they would explode.

I was naked except for the wrist & ankle cuffs and my slave collar. My panties were removed earlier, along with my regular clothing too. I felt so vulnerable not knowing what my Mistress would do to me next, but knowing that whatever she did to me, I would oblige regardless of how I felt. It sometimes scares me knowing that I no longer own my body and having surrendered it to Mistress Haile who delighted in inflicting painful torments, disciplines and punishments made my stomach churn! The combination of her beauty and her evil kinky desires have me imprisoned in her servitude, to do anything she likes to me! I am addicted to her and her manipulations of me and always will be.

I heard her come back into the room, but she wasn’t alone. Who was with her? What was going on? No sooner had I wondered who this new woman was that, Mistress spoke to her companion.

“This is my little slave boy I have been telling you all about, what do you think of him?”

Her companion started to laugh, I could tell from the soft laughter that she too shared some of my Mistress Haile’s desires for tormenting men like me!

“Haile, Does the poor boy know what you have in store for him this weekend?”, she replied.

Mistress Haile just started laughing, telling her friend that I had no clue what was going to happen, but that they had all weekend to show me and she finished by saying that the both of us would be enjoying it immensely!

Finally, Mistress Haile spoke to me. She told me that her companion’s name was Jennifer and that I should address her as Mistress Jennifer whenever I spoke to her! I would also be surrendering myself to Mistress Jennifer as if it were Me she said! I could see she was also petite and had long blonde curly hair, blue eyes and a beautiful trim figure similar to Mistress Haile’s. She explained that Jennifer was an old friend from school whom shared her penchant for Dominating boys, and that she had invited Jennifer to spend the weekend with us and explore some new toys and techniques!

I was embarrassed to be naked and exposed like this, my cock and balls all trussed up and kneeling before these two women like this!

Then Mistress Haile grabbed her favorite wooden Ping-Pong paddle and showed it to Jennifer.

“So, I see our little slave boy is in need of some bottom warming for not greeting you properly Jennifer!”

Mistress Haile handed the paddle to Mistress Jennifer, and told her to do the honors for my rudeness and lack of manners in not saying hello and greeting her properly! Mistress Haile asked her how many swats would be appropriate for my misdeed?

“Well Haile, I am a firm believer in harsh and severe punishments, so I will give the slave twenty of my best to his exposed bottom!”

“That sounds good Haile, and when you are finished, I will match those twenty too, plus an additional ten for embarrassing me like this in front of you!”

Mistress Haile handed the paddle to Jennifer and she took up her position behind me now. Her swats were fast and furious and I gasps as the first swats caught me off guard. I tried to remain still and accept my punishments as I knew Mistress Haile would surely inflict much more severe punishments if I dared move or jerk around! It was obvious from the tone of her voice as she counted out each stroke that Mistress Jennifer enjoyed this as much as Becca too! I could feel the redness spreading has my ass cheeks were getting warmer! My cock was still throbbing trying to grow to it’s full length, but unable to expand past the confines of the small spiked sheath! Finally Mistress Jennifer reported “20″ and brought the paddle down to my ass with an even harder swat! Mistress Haile now joined her friend behind me and soon I would be feeling Haile’s punishment being delivered to my reddening backside!

Then before I could capture my breath, another set of swats rained down on my bottom! Mistress Haile’s swats were as hard and fast as Jennifer’s had been. One after another until I heard her say “30″!

“Now slave, have you learned your lesson or do we need to repeat it again for you?”

I quickly thanked both of my Mistresses for punishing me properly and then I greeted Mistress Jennifer and asked her forgiveness for my earlier oversight in not greeting her! Mistress Haile chastised me for my error and said that I should be more aware this weekend and on my best behavior in front of her guest! Mistress Haile also reminded me that if I did fail her of Jennifer in any way this weekend, that I would be receiving double punishments as both Mistresses would be delivering them!

“Did you enjoy that short little punishment slave boy, I know I did, and so did Miss Jennifer too!” “But this is only the beginning, we have much more in store for you slave boy”!

Mistress Jennifer told Haile that she had enjoyed it very much and wanted to play with me some more. She commented that I had a very “spankable ass” and that she hoped my pain threshold was high as she would love to decorate it with stripes and more color too! Then I could hear Mistress Haile whisper something to Jennifer but I could not make out the whole conversation, only bits and pieces like asshole and strapon.

Mistress Haile then removed my panty gag, and showed it to Jennifer.

“He really is a devoted little oral slave, and you will find out that soon enough, but I think he has a hunger for something else right now!”

Mistress Haile ordered me to go and get the strapon dildos, the black one and the blue ribbed one!

I suddenly realized that these were our two big dildos, the twelve inch ones, and one was ribbed with thick rings along it’s shaft. That one was always more painful as it popped my stretched sphincter with each ring along it’s shaft! My sphincter clenched immediately, knowing that these two strapon’s could only mean one thing! My ass was going to be punished by these two Mistresses while they stuffed all twelve inches of their strapon’s into me! I handed Mistress Haile the two dildos, but she stopped me and said that I should give one of them to Mistress Jennifer too! She asked me to choose one of the dildos and then to beg Mistress Jennifer to really punish my asshole very hard with it for not remembering to be hospitable to her!

I looked down at the toys and remembered just how brutal Mistress Haile was with the blue ribbed one. This was indeed a tough choice, if I handed Mistress Haile the blue on surely she would give me a hard painful fucking, but I know was to beg for a hard painful fucking from Mistress Jennifer! I decided to hand the black one to Mistress Jennifer and asked her to please forgive me and please have her way with my asshole giving me a hard fucking with this strapon!

Mistress Haile then told me that I was to also beg her for the same, as she stated earlier, my punishments would be given by both of my Mistresses this weekend! The stirring deep inside of me told me that I would receive exactly what I was now begging Mistress Haile for, a good hard anal fucking with this thick ribbed blue dildo!

I was ordered into the playroom, face down on the punishment horse as Mistress Haile and Jennifer both began to strap the dildos in place! And then Mistress Haile proceeded to tell Jennifer that I loved sucking cock and eating my cum almost as much as loved being fucked with them! “My slave boy is a cock sucking whore, who loves being fucked up the ass but also loves sucking cock too!” “Isn’t that right slave boy?” “Tell Jennifer how much you enjoy eating your cum and sucking on my cocks!”

I proceeded to tell Mistress Jennifer that Mistress Haile always requires me to eat all of my own cum and that I must first suck on her cocks before she fucks me with them! I asked Mistress Jennifer to please allow me to suck on her cock and kiss and lick it before she fucks me with it!

Mistress Haile secured my wrists and ankles to the four legs of the horse, and placed two pillows under my hips to elevate my ass for what was to come! A platform which I built was placed behind me so my Mistress would be at the proper height and leverage to fuck my hole while standing behind me!

I sucked on Mistress Jennifer’s big black dildo, kissing and licking it properly. Then Mistress Haile’s blue monster was at my lips as she grabbed my head for support!

“Here is how it will go slave boy”. “Since you begged for a hard anal fucking that is exactly what we are going to give you!” “First Jennifer is going to plow you deep and hard and without mercy!” “Then we will switch places, you will suck Mistress Jennifer’s cock with just finished punishing your hole, while I will proceed to give you what you begged for, a hard anal fucking with the blue ribbed toy!”

Mistress Haile holding onto my face thrust her cock between my lips and told me to suck it good, just like I did for Jennifer!

I started kissing and licking the head of the blue toy and then licked around it licking toward the shaft. Then I felt the cold wet tip of Mistress Jennifer’s dildo at my asshole, and felt her hands on my hips. In a steady pushing motion the head squeezed it’s way inside of my rectum as I moaned onto Mistress Haile’s cock! Then, the huge black dildo was thrusted deeper as Mistress Jennifer continued pushing until the entire length of the toy was embedded deep into my rectum! Then she withdrew it slowly until it popped right out. Again, the head was inserted, then a short pause and another deep full thrust until Jennifer’s hips contacted my hot cheeks! This continued, long deep full thrusts starting with just the head at my asshole entrance! With each hard deep thrust I would let out a low deep moan onto Mistress Haile’s cock! Then Mistress Jennifer moved her hands from my hips to my separated spread balls, and she would pull on them as she thrusted hard into me, each time her dildo slammed into me, she would squeeze my balls and a new shrill moan escaped my lips as she plunged hard into me!

Mistress Haile watched and commented on Jennifer’s new technique and told me that she hoped I would be moaning equally appreciative when she drilled me with her blue dildo!

Mistress Jennifer was really getting a rhythm going now, deep hard and faster thrusts as she continued to squeeze my balls with every thrust, only the faster she fucked me the harder she squeezed me before pulling all of the way out again! Mistress Jennifer fucked me for what seemed like an eternity, before finally one final hard deep thrust! Jennifer just stopped, the huge dildo stuffed all the way into my butt as deep as it would go, and her hands just squeezing my poor punished balls! She was breathing hard, and catching her breath. I was moaning and quaking beneath her, unable to stop the dull aching going through my balls! Mistress Haile held my head and tried feeding more of her blue dildo deeper into my mouth! Then, Mistress Jennifer released her grip on my balls and as I gasped and sighed from the release. Mistress Haile’s blue cock gently eased farther into my mouth before it too was pulled free!

I lay panting as Jennifer pulled free from my punished asshole!

All to eager to continue, Mistress Haile switched places with Jennifer and before I could relax The monster blue dildo was poised at my dilated asshole! Mistress Haile instructed me to accept her punishment to my already sore asshole, and to proceed in sucking Mistress Jennifer’s cock now!

With that said, Mistress Haile plowed into me with a savage thrust drilling me to the core with her blue toy!

Mistress Jennifer lifted my head and held her huge cock in her other hand as she pressed the now warmed up toy into my lips!

“Suck me good slave boy!” “I would hate to have to have another reason to punish your pretty little ass now!”

Mistress Haile chimed in and said, “Jennifer, you never need a reason to punish this slave boy’s ass, whenever you feel like it go right ahead, you don’t need a reason!” “Then when we ask slave boy to tell us why he is being punished, he will usually inform us of a misdeed he has committed that we may have overlooked!” “Then his punishment gets doubled for that too!” “Or it gets doubled if he doesn’t have an answer for us too!”

Mistress Jennifer loved the idea, and said that right after Haile’s anal fucking, she would be ready to punish my bottom again!

I sucked and licked on Jennifer’s musky dildo as my butt was being fucked raw by Mistress Haile! Mistress Haile would reach under me and grab my cock and squeeze! This made me scream into Mistress Jennifer’s soiled dildo as the tiny spiked pierced my cock flesh!

After another hour long anal fucking, Mistress Haile pulled the blue toy from my punished rectum, making sure to watch my sphincter grip each ring of her favorite punisher dildo!

I rested briefly, and felt the cool air entering my very dilated asshole!

Mistress Jennifer commented that my gaping hole was very arousing and that she just might have to fuck it some more! Haile showed Jennifer her assortment of dildos, plugs and vibrators, and after a short while they returned with a large cone shaped butt plug!

“Look what Mistress Jennifer found slave boy!” “She wants to see if your asshole is still hungry for more cock!” “So I want you to be very quiet, do not utter a sound, and do not move an inch while Mistress Jennifer fucks your hole with this very wide butt plug!” “All she wants to hear is your wet anus as it kisses and sucks at the huge cone shaped toy!” “This will tell us if you are still hungry for more cock today!”

With that, I tried to remain absolutely still, and felt the cold tip enter my dilated hole! Mistress Jennifer pushed it in slowly while Mistress Haile pulled my cheeks wide apart! Then the butt plug was removed and I heard some giggling, then the toy was back at my hole. Only this time I could feel it had been lubed, and now Mistress Jennifer pushed it into my hole. When she reached the widest part she stopped, and it was stretching me painfully wide back there! Then she just started to pop it back and forth between my stretched anus ring, this caused a nice wet popping sound with the lube she applied!

“Ahh, I hear your hole is begging us for more slave boy!” “We will have to see what we can do then for it!”

With that the huge butt plug was pushed deep inside of me and my Mistresses let go of my butt.

I then saw Mistress Haile return with a riding crop in hand, presenting it to Jennifer to do the honors!

Mistress Haile asked me what had I done to deserve this punishment now?

I begged for forgiveness and said I was sorry, please do not punish me again I pleaded!

“Punish you for what slave boy?” “What did you do?” “What are you sorry for?”

I didn’t know what I had done, maybe nothing, but I wasn’t sure, so I begged for mercy and asked for her forgiveness. Mistress Haile asked Jennifer if there was a misdeed or poor performance that I failed her in.

“Yes, slave boy was very hesitant to suck my cock after I punished his asshole so good with it!” “I had to force feed it to him!” “He should have been grateful to me for punishing his hole so well!”

“Hmmm, I see Jennifer.” “I’m sorry that you had to witness that, I can assure you slave boy is going to pay dearly for this mistake!”

“You will accept twenty-five swats from Mistress Jennifer for failing to suck her cock after she had just finished punishing your hole with it!” “Then, for lying about it when we asked you what you did to deserve this, another twenty-five swats with the crop!” “And, because Mistress Jennifer wanted to punish your ass just for fun another twenty-five for that too!” “Then I will take the crop and repeat the punishments to your flaming backside as well!”

Mistress Jennifer proceeded to really swat away at my plugged bound helpless ass, and I knew that before long my cries would be louder as the cumulative swats of the crop cut into my backside leaving countless red welts! I tried to remain quiet, but every so often a sharp stinging swat would cause me to vocalize my torment as a loud moan! Over and over the cropping continued! I couldn’t even begin to count the number that was being applied to my butt! I was crying steadily now and my moans were following each swat of the crop! I couldn’t see who was yielding the cropping, it could have been either one, they were both making small talk as they continued to punish my ass without mercy!

Then the cropping had stopped as I whimpered and adjusted my breathing back to some normalcy!

“You accepted your cropping very well slave boy!” “I should reward you for that, in fact Jennifer had mentioned something to me just a minute ago that I think would be a nice reward!” “Mistress Jennifer is going to give you five more nice swats with the crop as her reward!” “Only, Jennifer is going to swat you right on your ass crack, and we will remove the plug so that your hole can accept the kiss of the crop!” “I will also be giving you five good swats along your crack when Jennifer is done too!” “Now, I want you to remain perfectly still and quiet for this reward!” “If I hear even one sound from you, your punishment for this will make everything up to now fail in comparison, is that clear slave boy?” “If you cannot accept the terms of this reward, then I want you to beg to be gagged with this butt plug and we will double the amount of swats with the crop!” “What is it going to be slave boy?”

I was really nervous now, I truly wanted to please Mistress Haile and take these ten swats without making a sound, but the truth be known, there was no way I could do that, and I am sure Mistress Haile knew this as well! I thought about it some more when one of them started to squeeze my balls again in an attempt to hear my response!

“I am sorry Mistress I will accept the gag and the additional swats Mistress Haile!”, (I stammered out my response)!

“Hmmmm, What do you think Jennifer, that isn’t quite the terms I set forth were they?”

“No, they aren’t Haile, I believe slave boy was to beg for the gag and the additional swats, which should now be redoubled again, I think!”

“Excellent Jennifer, OK slave boy, last chance, before you get more punishments!” “We are up to forty swats on your open hole and ass crack, do you want more?”

I sobbed out another apology and begged my Mistresses for the butt plug gag and the additional swats of the crop!

Jennifer once again lifted my head and presented the warm butt plug to my mouth. This time I opened wide and she shoved it in an inch at a time. It was too large to go all the way in, so she just kept pulling it out then turning it and putting it back in! Mistress Jennifer was making me lick and suck the whole plug this time!

I soon felt the first violent swat of the crop right on my open hole and it caused me to literally jump in my bindings! Mistress Jennifer even commented when my muffled scream escaped my lips!

“There There slave boy, only 39-more to go!”

Mistress Haile showed no mercy in delivering her twenty to my punished hole! Then they switched again, and Mistress Jennifer proceeded to rain down the short quick swats to my asshole and crack! My mouth was just open as my moans became one endless string! I was unable to suck or lick as I was constantly moaning now with each brutal swat!

Mistress complimented me on accepting her reward, then said that it was actually Jennifer’s reward really, as she was the one who thought it up!

Mistress Haile then handed Jennifer the huge blue dildo and said that we should really use this one instead of both, and she said it was slightly bigger and contained the thick ribs to give slave boy more pleasure!

(More pleasure I thought, that was far from true, the ribs caused me far more torments, and once again I caught that evil little glint in Mistress Haile’s eyes that proved to me that she also was aware of this too)!

Then Mistress Haile pulled a stool to my head, and said that as my ass hole was being punished, my mouth would be put to work on Mistress’s pussy and asshole, as she wanted orgasms from both! And said that when it was time to switch, I should tongue and lick Mistress Jennifer there too, giving her as many orgasms as she wanted! It turned out that Jennifer wanted three orgasms, and Becca got her two! My asshole got the punishment Mistress Haile intended for it as it was mercilessly fucked hard and deep for the next two hours straight!

When I was untied from the horse, Mistress Jennifer said that she doesn’t like to be so one-sided in her punishments, and after I was given a rest period, she wanted to spend some equal time tormenting my cock and balls like that of my asshole!

Mistress Haile agreed, and after my rest, I was positioned back on the punishment horse, but this time face up. My legs and arms strapped and cuffed to the legs of the horse.

Mistress Haile removed my cock sheath and my member sprang to life! Mistress Jennifer massaged it to it’s full size and it felt great to have it out of it’s small cramped and painful confines!

True to their words, my Mistresses took turns punishing my cock and balls, using various torments, they beat, punched, cropped, waxed, and froze my cock and balls, dripping black wax then using ice cubes! Over and over they repeated their abuse in various forms on my helpless genitals!

Mistress Haile then shifted gears saying that it was time to feed me some protein! For the rest of the night, my Mistresses would take turns straddling my face and either had me lick and suck their pussies or their assholes, while they both milked my cock and balls dry! I must have cum four times straight, and after each orgasm, my cum was force fed into my waiting mouth! I was ordered to swallow this and show my Mistress’s my appreciation for their efforts!

Mistress Jennifer then whispered something to Haile again, and Mistress Haile announced that tomorrow, Mistress Jennifer’s slave boy would be joining us tomorrow and that she wanted me to taste my first man! I would be dressed in my sissy panties, and Jennifer’s slave would then use my mouth to deposit all of his pent up cum! Mistress Jennifer wanted her slave to shoot a nice big load of cum into my asshole, so she could fuck me with the huge blue dildo again and have me suck all of the fresh cum from it that she could get out! Mistress Haile was delighted at this idea, and said that maybe that would be how we would introduce me to the taste of another man! Either way, I knew that I would be eating more cum tomorrow and my wicked little Mistresses would keep coming up with more torments for this slave!

Feminized, Cuckolded Husband

Sissy Cuckold Husband Art

“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. “The party starts in an hour.” I was startled to see Morena in a light blue bathrobe and slippers.

“Oh, I’ve been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can’t do it without a form,” she responded, discouraged.

“Well, we don’t have a lot of time left and Masterman is going to look pretty lonely without T-Girl by his side,” I smiled.

“Say Wimp, would you mind doing me a favor?” asked Morena coyly, “Would you mind putting on my costume for me, so I could sew the bustier? It’ll only take a few seconds.”

“Me put it on?” I tried to protest.

“Well, it’s the only way I’m going to be ready in time. I know Jaime is counting on us to come,” purred Morena, as she rubbed my chest through the blue spandex of my costume. I consented and began to strip.

“All right, but you owe me,” I said, stepping out of my Masterman costume. Morena immediately noticed my freshly shaved legs.

“Oh, good. You shaved your body hair. It will make the spandex costume look a lot neater,” she smiled, as she handed me a pair of high cut red panties.

“Panties?” I asked, alarmed.

“Well, don’t take this personally,” she said. “But I’d rather not wear those briefs right after you’ve taken them off. And another thing, I want to see how the whole outfit looks on you, so I can get a sense of the complete picture,” said Morena.

Sheepishly, I gave in to her demands. I held out my feet as she slid the shiny red boots with the three inch heels over my legs which I had already agreed to let her encase in sheer pantyhose. I should have realized that something more than a fitting was going on as I slid the blue star-spangled briefs up around my waist and let her put the red bustier with gold metallic eagle on my torso. I let her clip the red star earrings on me and slap the big metal bracelets on my wrists. I stood before her with my arms stretched out to my sides as she took a needle and thread and began her work.

“I’m going to have to leave you a lot of room in your chest, so it’ll fit around a pair of breasts,” she smiled.

“Just please hurry,” I replied. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” I pleaded. She tied off the thread and moved behind me.

“Now, just one more thing,” she called from behind me. “Put your hands way back so your chest sticks out.”

I did as she requested, and before I could react, I felt her grab my wrists and wrap something around them. Oh no! She was tying my wrists with a pair of nylons. I could hear her giggling as she tied the first knot, before I realized what was happening and could fight back. “Let me go! We have to get to the party,” I snarled.

“Oh you’ll get to the party all right,” she laughed.

I had missed my opportunity to resist earlier and now I was in trouble. More and more nylon was being added to her trap and I was feeling so helpless already. I was quickly spun around to face Morena as she taunted me. “I have big plans for you Sissy. Be a good girl or things will be much worse for you.”

“Sissy! W…” She caught me in mid sentence, shoving another, balled-up pair of panties in my mouth and then tying them in place with the sash of her robe. I was helpless as she flung me onto the couch where she pinned me down with one knee and proceeded to bind my ankles together and bind my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie.

“Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” She asked, as she laughed deeply at my predicament.

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Before I go on with what happened that night, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Wimp, and I had a real talent for sports. I was twice collegiate champion in swimming, and was into body-building (but not quite to the extent Morena was.) However, what I really excelled at was football. As varsity captain, I led my college team to an undefeated record. I had all sorts of trophies. As a result, in my senior year I was offered a multi-million dollar contract as first draft pick of the Atlanta Falcons. That was what the party was all about. It was graduation time, and I would soon be going to training camp.

Morena was my girlfriend all through college. But during my senior year, I fell in love with Jaime. I know it sounds corny, the captain of the football team falling for the head cheerleader, but it happened to me. Her brother, Stud, was the wide receiver on the team who did as much as I did in winning football games. He introduced me to Jaime, and the two of us immediately hit it off.

Jaime told me she was still a virgin, and I believed her, despite all the stories one hears about cheerleaders, especially fantastically sexy blonde ones like her. She said she loved me, and was saving her virginity for me. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this was the girl I wanted to marry. But what of Morena? How would I break the news to her?

Then, the party came along. At the party, I would tell Morena it was over. Since it was a masquerade party, I figured that if I could talk Morena into wearing a T-Girl costume, she would attract the attention of every man there, and have no trouble finding someone to “pick up the pieces.” I scoured the stores to find just the right material for her costume: the silk briefs, the red and gold bustier, the tight belt, and even the “magic” lasso. I spent a fortune. The Masterman costume that I was to wear was Jaime’s idea. Why she made the suggestion will become apparent later. But now…

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“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” asked Morena, as I laid helplessly on the couch. “Oh, we’ll be going to the party all right, and you’ll be a changed man after I’m through with you!”

I didn’t know then what she meant.

Morena picked up my Masterman costume and went into her bedroom. A few minutes later as she emerged, I was flabbergasted to see that she had put it on. Not only that, but she had apparently been wearing a wig earlier, because her hair was now short, and was combed perfectly, right down to the spit curl on her forehead. That, and the fact that she was heavily into “Ironwoman” bodybuilding, made it nearly impossible to tell she was a woman. Especially convincing was the vague bulge in the briefs of the costume.

“Well, Sissy, how do I look?” she asked in a deep, man’s voice, as she placed her fists on her hips in the classic Masterman stance. “I see you’ve noticed that part of Masterman about which everyone wonders. I guess that will go along with your guise as ‘Wonder’ Woman!” she snickered. “But it’s the excess in YOUR shorts that is of immediate concern.”

As Morena approached, I shivered in blind fear. She grabbed the front of the star-spangled silk briefs and pulled them down, revealing the red panties underneath. Reaching into the underwear, she grabbed my now-limp member.

“So this is what Jaime was saving herself for,” she remarked sarcastically as she pulled it free of the panties. “How pathetic!”

Blushing beet red, I squirmed as Morena produced a strange-looking object. It appeared to be a condom, but larger, with small sacs of some sort of liquid attached, and two long strings.

“This is for you to wear tonight,” she said as she wrapped the device around my foreskin. She tucked the package between my legs and replaced the panties. She then rolled me over, and tied the strings after pulling them taught, up through the crack of my rear cheeks. She then attached what felt like a piece of paper to the strings, and pulled up the wonder pants.

When she was through, she said: “I want you to know that the little item I just put on you is filled with acid. It can only be removed by someone working from behind. If you try to remove it yourself, the sacs of acid will break, and…, well, let’s just say you don’t want to know. But don’t worry, I’ll remove it later, or, if I should happen to go home with someone else tonight, you can get help elsewhere, as I’ve written instructions for removal on that slip of paper you felt. But understand that whoever you trust the removal to will see your bare ass wearing those hot red panties, so make sure it’s someone you really trust! -And don’t count on it being Jaime!”

I didn’t know what to make of that last comment, as she went on: “Now, will you behave? You’ll have to obey my every wish all night,” she commanded.

With a sigh, I nodded my head.

“Good.” she said. “Now, I’ll untie you, and we can go to the party. You’d better lay off the beer tonight. You wouldn’t want to have to go to the bathroom.”

Morena untied me, and when she removed the panty gag, I asked: “Morena, why are you doing this to me? I was going to tell you everything! Get this sick thing off my nuts!”

“Now, now, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “You shouldn’t be telling Masterman what to do! Now, let’s have a look at you.” She inspected her handiwork. The bulge in my silk briefs was much smaller, and looked like that of the voluptuous woman whom I was representing.

“Much better!” she said. “Now, let’s cinch up that corset a little to give you those amazonian curves, add a tiara and wig…, a little lipstick and mascara…, and there we have it: The world’s mightiest superheroine!”

I looked in the mirror. Although I was clearly still a man, I filled out the costume quite nicely. “All right then,” I said. “Let’s hurry up and get whatever you have planned over with, so we can come back here and take that…that… thing off.”

“Not so fast, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “I’ll be right back. I’m bringing a little surprise to the party.”

A moment later, Morena returned with a small suitcase, and we got in the car and she drove us to the party at Jaime’s house.

* * *

When we arrived at the party, Morena made a big deal about opening the door for me as if she were really a man and I were really a woman. We went up to the door, and Morena rang the doorbell, with a reminder to behave myself, or else.

When the door opened, there was Jaime. I was somewhat shocked to see she looked absolutely fabulous dressed in a Supergirl costume, with the red boots, red cape, blue tunic, and red figure skater’s miniskirt. Now I understood why she wanted me to come dressed as Masterman.

Jaime was somewhat taken aback by my appearance as she said: “Wimp? Is that really you?”

“Yes Jaime,” I replied. “It’s me. I can explain…”

But before I could say another word, Jaime turned to Morena and asked: “Who’s this? Where’s Morena?”

Before I could reply, Morena spoke, in her deep voice: “Morena got sick and couldn’t make it tonight. I’m Paul, her cousin from Cincinnati.”

“Pleased to meet you, Paul,” replied Jaime. “What’s wrong with Morena?”

“Oh, she caught the sniffles and decided to go to bed,” replied Morena. “But she insisted that Wimp go anyway. Wimp agreed to let me wear his costume, and thought it would be a real howl if he came as T-Girl. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all,” smiled the unsuspecting Jaime. “So, you’re Morena’s cousin. That explains the resmblance. Anyway, you both look wonderful! Come right in.”

We entered and saw all the people. Most of the football team was there, dressed in various costumes. The women, mostly the cheerleading squad, were dressed in very sexy outfits, and the men in various visions of creativity. But the big surprise was Jaime’s brother Stud. He was dressed in a Wonder Girl costume.

When Stud saw me, he came over and said: “Wimp? Is that you? I thought I was the only guy who had enough guts to dress like a superheroine tonight! Come on, let me get you a beer!”

I glanced at Morena, who nonchalantly left me to go with Stud, as the unaware Jaime led her to the punch bowl. Jaime had the same sort of look in her eye that she gave me when I proposed to her. I couldn’t believe that she was somehow attracted to Morena in her Masterman disguise.

Stud brought me over to the bar. “How about a cold one?” he asked.

“No thanks,” I replied. “I can’t. Not now.”

“Say, what’s eating you?” he asked. “And where’s Morena tonight?”

“She’s right over there,” I replied. “Talking to your sister.”

“You mean Masterman?” he asked in amazement.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Only don’t let her know I told you, or else…”

“Or else what?” asked Stud.

It was then that I noticed Morena was leading Jaime into another room. I thought to myself that it was now or never. I had to get that… that… thing of my joint before I went crazy. Then it hit me. Stud and I had seen each other in the raw lots of times in the locker room. I could get him to help me remove Morena’s little torture device! Then, we’d see what would happen to Masterman!

“Stud, you gotta help me,” I said.

“Whatever you need, buddy,” he replied. “We’re a team, remember.”

“Let’s go outside,” I said. I wanted to be near the window of the room where Morena was doing whatever she was doing to Jaime. Fortunately, there was a foyer nearby, where Stud could perform his operation without us being seen by anyone, and afterward, I could immediately enter and surprise the two girls and save Jaime from whatever dastardly deed Morena’s jealous heart had thought up for her.

I led Stud outside to the foyer. As we went, Stud asked: “Say, Wimp, have you ever wondered which one was the dominant one?”

“Huh?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, between Wonder Girl and T-Girl,” he continued. “Obviously, they’re lesbians, living on that island of no men and all that. But between the two of them, which one was the boss when it came to sex?”

“I, uh, really haven’t given it any thought,” I replied, somewhat exasperated at such a dumb question.

“Well, I always thought it was Wonder Girl,” he continued. “With Wonder Woman being so much more in need of being dominated, since she was bigger, and more mature. It’s a psychological thing.”

“Uh, I suppose you’re right,” I said. “OK, here’s a good spot. There should be enough light for you to see.”

“See?” asked Stud. “See what?”

I turned around and bent over. I told Stud: “Pull down my pants.”

“What?!” replied Stud, surprised.

“I said: ‘Pull down my pants!’” I whispered, exasperated.

“All right!” he replied, with just a little too much exuberance.

Stud grabbed at the waistband of the silken briefs and slowly pulled. When they were down to where I thought was the right spot, I asked: “Do you see it?”

“Sure.. I mean, see what?” he replied, not sure to what I was referring.

“The note!” I said. “Can you see the slip of paper?”

“Oh,” he said. “A note. Yeah, I see it.”

“Well, do what it says!” I commanded.

“But I thought you were marrying my sister,” protested Stud, as he read the note.

“Never mind that now!” I said. “Just do it!”

“OK,” he replied. “You’re the captain.”

It was then that I felt him enter me. I yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“I’m doing what the note says,” he replied, calmly. “Gee, Wimp, if I had known you were this way…”

I couldn’t help myself. My penis got hard, and just as I was about to cum, I felt the sacs under my crotch burst. It started to burn, and then… everything went black.

* * *

When I came to, I was home. I was still dressed in the T-Girl costume, but I was again bound and I could feel a little burning in my crotch, but my appendage was still there. The silken star-spangled briefs were wet. By and by, Morena came out, still dressed as Masterman.

“Well, T-Girl,” she said. “I see you’re awake. Did you make a little mess? I told you what would happen if you got aroused. You fainted, you know. Wonder Girl carried you to the car, and I brought you home.”

“Are you going to tell me what this is all about?” I demanded, relieved to learn I was still whole. “Will you untie me now? You and I are through. I want to be with Jaime.”

“Oh, T-Girl, I wouldn’t worry about Supergirl right now,” she replied. “She’s well on her way by now.”

“On her way?” I asked, surprised. “Where is she going?”

“Perhaps this will answer your questions,” replied Morena, as she walked to the VCR, inserted a tape, and pressed PLAY.

On the screen was a picture of Stud hunched over me, in the throes of passion. “What is this?” I asked. “So that was a video camera in the suitcase you brought to the party! Are you going to try to blackmail me? You’ll never get away with it!”

“Oh no?” replied Morena. “You see, that little item I put on your favorite body part was just a couple of plastic balloons filled with water and a little bit of Ben Gay-and I do mean ‘Gay.’ I knew they would burst the moment you got -shall we say- ‘excited.’”

“What did you do to Stud to get him to rape me?” I asked.

“I didn’t have to do anything,” she smugly answered. “Stud’s been wanting to do you for a long time. I just ‘set you up’ with him. You did the rest.”

“Me? How? I didn’t ask him to rape me,” I protested.

“You didn’t have to,” replied Morena. “Even though, deep down, you really wanted to. All he had to do was read and follow the instructions on the note, as you ordered him.”

“What did that note say?” I asked.

Morena read from the note: “It says: ‘I’ve always wanted this from you. Fuck me here! Now!’ And there’s a little heart drawn here, too.”

“Me gay? No way!” I protested.

“Way,” she replied. “The hard-on that you got during your encounter was proof positive.”

I had to admit, Morena was right. I could still feel the “afterglow” from my experience. “But what about Jaime?” I asked.

“Watch,” she replied. “There’s more on the tape.”

The next scene showed Jaime laying on the bed in the room Morena had led her into that night, the room overlooking the foyer where Stud and I had our rendezvous. Jaime was saying: “Oh, Masterman, I’ve always wanted you! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

Morena, disguised as Masterman, replied: “Yes, Supergirl. Only, let me blindfold you first.”

“Supergirl” agreed, and Morena stripped to reveal her muscular stature and the strap-on dildo she had worn to give her the bulge in her tights. Morena carefully lifted “Supergirl’s” red mini-skirt, pulled aside the thin piece of blue spandex covering her pussy, and proceeded to fuck Jaime forty-seven ways until Sunday, after which she again donned the Masterman costume to resume her disguise. After she removed Jaime’s blindfold, she and Jaime smoked cigarettes.

“That was wonderful, Masterman,” said Jaime. “But why did you want to put it on video tape?”

“Because I wanted something to remember you by,” replied Morena. “I’m going home soon, and I won’t be seeing you again. Besides, you’re getting married to Wimp.”

“You mean T-Girl?” asked Jaime. “Not now, now that I’ve found out he’s not a real man, I mean not like you.”

“You mean you’d leave him for me?” asked Morena, continuing the pillow talk.

“Oh, yes!” replied Jaime. “You’re a Masterman in every sense of the word!”

“But you don’t even know me,” said Morena. “You don’t even know what I do for a living.”

“Yes I do,” protested Jaime. “You’re Paul, and you’re from Cincinnati. As for what you do for a living… Well, exactly what is it you do?”

“Well,” replied Morena, “I’m not really from Cincinnati. I’m from Nevada.”

“Oh! Nevada!” replied Jaime. “How exciting! Do you work in a casino?”

“No,” replied Morena, “I’m sort of a recruiter.”

“Recruiter?” asked Jaime. “For what?”

“For the legal cat houses in Nevada,” replied Morena. “I recruit prostitutes.”

“How interesting!” replied Jaime, again with altogether too much enthusiasm. Then, with a coy smile, Jaime asked: “Did I pass the entrance exam?”

“With flying colors!” said Morena, with her own high level of eagerness.

“Wonderful!” said Jaime. “I’ve always wanted to get paid for doing what I do so often! You know, that Wimp thinks I’m still a virgin! What a sap!”

My heart sank at Jaime’s declaration. “When do I leave?” she asked.

“Right away,” replied Morena. “As soon as you can pack. Now, to avoid any legal problems, you’ll have to buy your own ticket, and I can’t escort you directly there. Do you have enough money?”

“I will,” replied Jaime, “as soon as I can hock this engagement ring Wimp gave me. It’s worth thousands!”

“Well, just don’t forget your costume, Supergirl,” instructed Morena. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you just wear it to the ranch, underneath some street clothes. Then you can reveal yourself to the manager, and he’ll get a look at you at your best.”

With that, Morena handed Jaime a piece of paper with the addresses of several Nevada whorehouses on it, and Jaime rushed to pack.

Feeling totally betrayed, I wept. My overly promiscuous bubbleheaded fiance left me, so I had nowhere to turn but my ex-girlfriend. I realized she was right about me. And from my encounter with Stud, I learned that I no longer had any feelings towards the opposite sex. “What will I do now?” I asked Morena.

“Don’t worry, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “I’ve got it all worked out.”

Face Slapping Discipline Part 2

Continued from prior post.

One game they played was one goddess(yes, I will call them that now because they deserve the respect) would stand on my left side and one on my right. They would alternate slapping each cheek of the side they were on. The video shows my face looking like I am watching a tennis match. Then the girls would alternate sides so each hand of theirs would get to work on each cheek of mine. Then the other two girls followed suit. Alicia and Lillie were a team and Lauren and Karley were. I was happy about that because if Lauren and Alicia would have been on the same team I would have been crying like a baby, not to take anything away from Lillie and Karley because they slap as hard as anyone but Alicia and Lauren were in a whole different league. The whole time they are laughing at me, taunting me, while each one slaps my face over to the other one who slaps me back. This would go on for a minute, then they would rotate and do another minute. Alicia and Lillie were especially humiliating because they were good friends and enjoyed slapping a grown man together. The whole time Annie was videotaping. When I watch it to this day I still can’t believe it happened.

Another game they played developed from the goddesses unhandcuffing me and putting me back on the bed with my hands cuffed behind my back. Lauren put me in leg scissors again. The girls just hovered over me taunting me about how I bet I never thought this could happen to me while my face was being squeezed. I was facing Lauren, there she is looking at me and taunting me, calling me her bitch, laughing at me, asking me how it feels to be at the submission of her thighs. Lauren then had an idea. She took her legs off my face and leglocked my chest instead, exposing my face. They came up to me and slapped me one by one while Lauren held me there. Alicia was the last one to come up to me. She took me by the head, raised her hand back and slapped me silly. I love watching that one on the video because she used all of her force and might, so sexy. Then Alicia told Lauren to let me go, took my head, put it on the bed and told Lauren to put her boot on my face. Lauren did. There I wa s, my face being crushed by Lauren’s boot and the other girls looking down, taunting me. I felt completely vunerable and humiliated, especially because this was real life for these girls, not a game. They truly were punishing me, which got me off but also humiliated me. Lauren asked if she was a bitch, I said, “NO.” She took her boot off my face, picked me up and slapped me hard saying, “It is no, maam. Do you understand?” I said, “Yes maam.” I said it right away too. There was no way I could take another slap like that, plus Lauren really put the fear in me, it was bordering on scary. She is the roughest of the bunch. Then they made a rule that I had to address them as maam or as a whole as ladies. If I didn’t address one of the goddesses as maam, that one would not only slap me twice but take my uncle’s belt to my behind 3 times. I mostly said it, no need to add any more slaps to their routine but I didn’t say it to Lillie on purpose after she put on her clubbing clothes.

I just wanted to see her cute ass smile as she slapped my face. I always thought of her as shy and innocent and her new look and attitude, and slap turned me on. I accidentally forgot to call Karley maam too. My butt paid for that one. She can really snap the belt.

After Lauren was done with crushing my face Alicia put my head in leg scissors. I was actually facing her backside and saw her tattoo above her bottom, so sexy, while she made me her bitch. She then let go and asked the goddesses to turn me around so I was facing her. She put me back in the leg scissors while she taunted me, looking at me just like Lauren had done. She asked, “How does your cheek feel after that last slap I gave you? Does it sting bitch?” Because I was being squeezed by her powerful legs I could only mumble, “Yes maam.” The goddesses said, “Oh, he learns well.” Alicia let me go and pushed me back towards the front of the bed. I thought I was going back in the cuffs for more slaps but not yet. She put me in a camel clutch. First she had the goddesses uncuff me and cuff my legs together. Alicia wanted me to feel the full effect. She put my arms, which were now free, in an uncompromising position. They are put behind my back over her legs as she sits in back of me. She holds my chin back with both hands. It is truly torture. Your neck and back are stretched. Alicia was explaining to me how she had two older brothers a little younger than me who she used to wrestle with. She knew her stuff. I couldn’t wait for her to let go but then Alicia did something to make it unpleasant for me when she would stop. I begged, “Please stop!” She said, “Oh, you want me to stop, okay.” She told Lillie to go to the front of the bed where I was. Alicia said, “Get ready, I am going to let go and when I do, slap him.” This was true torture, yes, I wanted to be let go but I knew there was a slap coming once I was let go. I could see Lillie putting her hand back out of the corner of my eye, my neck couldn’t move but my eyes could. My neck was literally looking up at the ceiling because Alicia had me angled so good. I saw Lillie with her hand back and face smiling. Lillie said, “I’m ready, let him go on three. One, two three.” My face snapped back into focus and before I knew it Lillie had delivered the quickest slap of the day. I think it hurt the most because I didn’t see it coming and my face went from stretched to slapped in a matter of 2 seconds. Lillie got pure satisfaction from it and Alicia and her did it again 4 more times!! The last two times were different. Instead of Lillie slapping me right away, she grabbed my head as it snapped back, reared back with that cute dimple smile and creamy skin and slapped my face. I think she enjoyed herself more than anyone that day because she had never assaulted another person in any way, shape or form. She found her dominant style that day and now is studying to be a dominatrix. She told me last week she has me to thank and has my number to call me up for a session, free of charge.

The other girls followed suit in the same fashion. Finally, Lauren put me in a camel clutch and let go for Alicia to slap me. They each did it 4 times.

Throughout the day there were obviously other things done to me, nipple twists and pinches, a few whips of the belt, pinching but since this is on the subject of slapping I will keep it there.

There is one more routine that day where I was assaulted with slaps to my face in the sexiest way possible. Before the goddesses left for the clubs that night they got dressed in the sexiest outfits, short skirts and boots. Karley had on red leather boots, everyone else had on black ones. I could see different tattoos on the girls. They were definitely hip with a slight tinge of goth. Karley made me kiss her boots and lick them while the girls were planning something in the other room. They came in and said this would be the last hurrah for them. Lauren said, “Get ready for a final onslaught of slapping. Are you ready bitch?” I said, “Yes maam.” I was handcuffed to the bed again in my original position, facing out at the end of the bed, pillows propping me up. The goddesses brought in a small stereo and put in a cd. They played a song by the Chemical Brothers called “Chemical Beats.” It is a hard hitting dance track and they all shaked their things to it. There was one ongoing theme to the whole track. There is an ongoing note in the song where a guy’s voice says, “UHHH.” It goes over and over, 52 times actually throughout the song, “UHHH,” UHHH,”UHHH.”

Everytime that note hit I got a slap across the face, that’s 52 slaps in 5 minutes. Look the song up sometime, listen to it and imagine. It’s almost like the “UHHH” sound was my reaction after getting slapped. It was the most fun the girls had all day, they were literally cracking up. One goddess would slap me to the “UHHH” while the others laughed hysterically. Then another would step up, then another, etc. The song was played twice and I will tell you why below.

Each girl needed to send me off with a bang. In the song, there is a break in two parts where the drums and bass drop out, there is a slow buildup to a crescendo and then the beat drops back in hard with multiple “UHHHS” in a row. This happens twice as I mentioned. Each goddess got her own little skit within this section. Since it only happens twice in the song, it needed to be played twice so all 4 goddesses could participate.

Each goddess did this to me on an individual basis: When the drums dropped out she would start far away from me. There was plenty of room in front of me from the wall facing me, probably about 10 feet. The goddess would start at the wall, moving slowly dancing like she was in a trance at a club. As the beat built up she would get closer (they all did their own routine, hip shaking, butt shaking but the theme was universal). She would then look me in the eye, smile (except for Lauren, she just scowled), wind her arm and wrist back, rolling her wrist to the buildup, waiting for the bass to kick back in. The whole time I know what is coming, I know there is nothing I can do about it, I know the pure satisfaction each goddess feels as she sees the terror in my eyes. The winding back of the hand, the smile on their face, the terror on mine, a storm is coming!!!

The 10 foot walk/dance/windup allowed them to build up a lot of aggression. Once the bass dropped and the “UHHHS” began I got an onslaught of vicious slaps across the face. I remember just wishing the “UHHHS” would stop but they didn’t. I have never felt pain like that. When it was over I had tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t crying, it’s just that the ongoing slaps made my eyes well up. I remember even thinking if I was with a dominatrix I would scream out the safe word, but there was no safe word, these girls were for real. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore, just scared. I didn’t know if they would do damage but fortunately they slapped the right way, pure stinging, no bone structure damage. Right in the middle of the cheek.

They finally left and took the videotape with them. They even took a few pictures with them, probably to get developed and then take to the club to show everyone. The pictures aren’t even of face slaps, since there is so much of that on the video. They are of Lauren and Alicia putting me in headlocks, leg scissors, Lauren’s boot on my face, me kissing Karley’s boot. Also, Lauren and Alicia putting me in full nelsons.

Before they left, each one of them grabbed me by my head, told me to look at them and remember this………. SLAPPPPP right across the face one more time for the road. Then after the slap that goddess would whip me twice on the bottom with the belt. After that they all left laughing on the way out, taunting me, telling me not to be a stranger if I see them in the streets.

Then my cousin Annie stayed behind while they started the car to go out, she said that she is going to stay out with them and sleep over at one of their places, to not tell my aunt and uncle or she will show the videotape to everyone and put the word out to even my friends about what happened. She had me, they all did. She also obviously said the same thing would happen if I told her parents or any of the girl’s parents about this. I told her I wouldn’t anyways, it’s too humiliating.

She had the two handcuff keys in her hands. She explained she would unhook one cuff for me and place the other key where I could just barely reach it. She wanted to have enough time to get out before I unhook myself. That is why the other girls had the car running so she could jump in. Before she unhooked me she said, “Now you know I can’t leave with everything I’ve seen without just one shot.” I said, “Yes maam.”

She was nice and said I didn’t have to call her maam. She said, “Do you want the belt or cheek burn?” As much as I had just suffered with the Chemical Beats on the face, my butt still burned a lot. I figured my face will burn for the next full day but my butt could recover somewhat in the next few hours, AND I wanted to be able to sit down once I was out of this submissive stance I had been in for 6 hours.

I said, “the face.” “Could you please be gentle?” She said, “Honey, that is one thing I can’t promise.” She took my head in her left hand, placed her right palm on my left cheek to get a good spot. She sized up her leverage, pulled back her hand and made the last slap of the day count for me. She then unhooked me, threw the other key down and gave me a great big smile on the way out.

Originally posted 2009-02-23 15:44:40.

Husband Shamed & Degraded

Wife Humiliates Her Husband With Help of a Girlfriend

Me and Buffy, my wife, were home and my sister-in-law Kruella was over to spend the evening. We were watching television, flicking through the channels, when we hit a fighting show, some kind of martial art. Kruella asked me if we could watch it and I obliged her and left the station on. She was really getting into it, acknowleging certain blows and strikes. I said “tough girl, how long have you been taking judjitsu”. She replied “long enough to kick your ass”. Kruella was 28 years old and about 5’5″ 115 lbs. “come on Kruella, do you really think you could kick my ass, your a skinny girl”.

Kruella looked me right in the eye

“Yes, I know I could not only kick your ass, I could make you kiss my ass three times in less than 10 minutes”.

I laughed

“You will make me kiss yor ass, yea right”.

She stood up and lifted her shirt exposing her shapely spandex covered ass, and pointed to her ass.

“I can make you kiss me right here, three times, and I’ll bet on it. she yanked the spandex up her crack and said “I don’t mean I can make you kiss my cheeks, I can make you kiss my spandex covered asshole.”

My wife Buffy joined in

“Go for it tough guy, I’d love to see you smooch her ass you faggot, got any balls.”
I looked at her and asked her,

“How much you want to bet”? Buffy looked at me

“I don’t want money, If I make you kiss my ass three times in less than ten minutes, you have to be your wifes slave and my slave till 2:00am. You have to serve both of us in any way we ask, anything goes, you must grovel at are feet, ass etc. anything, even be our toilet.”

I looked at her in shock

“be your toilet, what do you mean?”

She giggled “Exactly what I said, Be our toilet, drink our piss, eat our shit. Did you ever eat your wifes shit?”

I looked up at her in amazement

“Can’t say that I did, and what are you going to put up?” Buffy opened her purse and whipped out her wallet and took out money. Ten, hundred dollar bills.

“Thats one thousand dollars, faggot, still afraid of a 115 lb. girl?”
This was getting hard to resist, all I had to do was avoid her for 10 minutes and the grand was mine.

She looked at me

“I’m serios about the money and what you have to do, if you agree and loose, I hope you realize what you will have to do.” I stood up “Ten minutes, thats all right”. She smiled “Yes three asshole kisses in ten minutes or less and we win, other than that you win.” I was confident when I saw the money “Lets do it, Iwin its one thousand, you win, I am your slave and Buffy’s slave up to the point of being your toilet till 2:00am.”

We entered the living room, to start the match. I looked at the clock it was 8:15. I told her at 8:16 we start and at 8:26 give me my money. The clock creeped close to 8:16, she looked so confident it scared me, My heart raced. 8:16 she attacked me like an animal, It seemed like she had her strategy plotted out. Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs over my head. She was facing my feet with her knees straddeling my head and all her weight over my arms. She actually started to laugh, “Its all over, save youself punishment and smooch my ass”. Her ass was right on top of my face, and I was helpless, but I refused to smooch her crack. She leaned back and put her crack on my nose. Buffy stood up and shouted “Kiss her ass you faggot, smooch her butthole, then your slavery begins at both of our assholes.”

Kruella now laughing out loud

“Kiss it three times or I’ll punch your balls.”

The position she was in made it impossible to block a punch. My wife stood up and said,
“Punch him Kruella, I want to see him on his knees for us”.

Kruella grabbed my balls and squeezed, I was in an awfull predicament. Kruella leaned back and farted in my face. “Thats just an appetizer, I’ll give you one more chance to kiss three times”. I still refused. My wife said, “Punch his balls in, make him smooch, I have to pee”. Kruella whaled on my balls three times, the pain was unreal, I had no choice. She lifted her crack one inch above my face ” Raise your head and kiss my ass hole three times or else” The pain was to intense, I pressed my lips between her crack and kissed once. She hit me again “Two more times slave”. My wife was excited “Kiss it, kiss it now and become our slave.” Kruella grabed my balls one more time and I conceded. I pressed my lips between her crack and gently kissed her spandex covered hole two more times. I lost, I would have to serve both of them. Both of them acted as if they won the lottery, I was completely humiliated. Kruella sat back one more time on my face and farted on my nose. “I definately think I have to go to the bathroom soon”. The slavery was about to begin, I could not believe I lost. > >

After the two stopped celebrating, they both stood there and looked at me, Kruella said, “Look Buffy, look at him, twenty minutes ago he was your husband and a man, Now he is our fucking slave, our servant, our groveling pig and especially our toilet.” My wife joined in “I always wondered what it would be like to use a mans mouth, as my toilet, and today I will find out. I feel a bowel movement sometime soon”. Kruella looked at me “how did it feel on your back when I sat on your face and farted and you couldn’t do a dam thing about it, but sniff it and kiss my ass”. I told her

“I can’t believe you beat me and made me kiss your ass, I am in shock, I also can’t believe what I have to do”. Kruella said

” you lost the bet and now its time to pay up, get on your knees”.

I kneeled down before the both of them. My wife removed the loose pair of warmup pants, she had on and she was wearing spandex also. Kruella lokked at Buffy

“Aren’t those the same tights you had on in the gym this afternoon”.
Buffy replied,”

Yes, same ones, Why”

Kruella said

“I thought you would change after that crazy workout and the fact that it was 90 degrees today, but it turned out good because our slave might like the taste of sweat on our bodies”. Just then Buffy yelled “Slave come here and press your face between my cheeks.” I went over to her on my knees and inserted my nose in her behind, seconds later she farted in my face.
“Sniff that fart, slave, accept my gift”.

I inhaled deeply, and this was a first, I never before had intentionally smelled my wifes farts. Both laughed in my face as
I inhaled. Kruella sat on the couch and said “Its time for our slave to pay hommege to our tired sweaty feet.” Buffy joined in

“I agree ,time to grovel slave”.

They both got comfortable on the couch and told me to kneel before them. I got down on my knees in front of them. Kruella said “Kiss your wifes sneakers, bow your head and kiss her gym shoes”. I lowered my head to the floor and smooched her sneakers again and again. My wife now said, “Do the same to my sisters shoes”. Kruella was wearing a plain flat leather shoe with bare feet. I bowed down and kissed her shoes. Kruella looked down at me

“This is the way you should always greet me, on your knees and at my feet, Slave go get us two beers, then get back to my feet”.

I ran to the kitchen and got two beers, came back and handed the beer to them, and got back on my knees. “Good boy”, Kruella said, “Now pick up my leg and clean the bottom of my shoe”. I lifed her leg and dragged my tongue on the shoe she walked in the streets with. She sipped on her beer and smiled in my pathetic face “Did I step in anything today? no, you better check the other foot”. I changed feet and began licking the other sole.

“Your so obedient, now go and clean the bottom of you wifes sneaker”.

I repeated the entire process.

“Let a little girl beat you up” Buffy said, “Your a weak faggot, a little sissy, she yelled as she stood up in fron of me.

“Kiss my ass faggot, kiss your wifes ass”. I gently kissed my wifes ass all over, both cheeks, her crack etc. Kruella was giggling at the sight of this. Now my wife sat down again and barked “Take off my sneakers, you need to find out how hard I worked out”. I untied the laces and removed her right sneaker. “Sniff my toes through the sock”. Her right leg was crossed over and elevated, I pressed my nose to the very moist white sox and sniffed. Both broke out laughing as I sniffed at the base of her toes. Her toes had a sour cheesy smell to them. “Take of the sock and really get into it”. I peeled the sock off and once again began sniffing her toes. “I love the look of you on your knees sniffing my sweaty toes, like that aroma,

Ask me if you can taste my toes, beg to lick my feet”. I looked up at her “Please Buffy, may I lick your pretty toes”. They laughed and Kruella said “Make him do it better, Make him put his hands together like he’s praying and beg you to lick”. “You heard her slave beg to lick my toes”. I put my hands together and asked her over and over if I may lick her toes, and inbetween each request I kissed the top of her foot. “You may clean my toes with you tongue.” I lowered my head and licked her sweaty toes. “Make sure you get that sock lint out and all the toecheese.” I slipped my humiliated tongue in between my wifes dirty feet as the two laughed and ragged on me. “Now my other foot”. The whole process one more time. Now it was my sister-in-laws turn. Kruella stood up and told me to get on my back. She made me untie her leather shoe and take it off and then stepped on my face with her bare foot. Her feet had a stronger smell than my wives and she held it there and made me sniff out loud. Out of nowhere she squatted down and let another fart rip on my nose “I want to hear you sniff, sniff my sweaty ass”. Her ass did have a funky smell and the fart was potent also. She ground her crack back and forth on my nose and said “Now I know where to come if my ass itches”. she finally stood up and told me to stick my tongue out. Then she ran her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, as if I were a door mat. She made me remove her other shoe and smell the base of her toes.

“Open your mouth and suck my big toe”.

I opened and she stuck it in, and I sucked.

“Keep your mouth open wide” as she squatted down on my face and positioned her asshole over my mouth. A moment passed , then her fart passed right in my mouth. It was muffeled and the two of them started laughing like crazy. My wife stood up
“First she beats you up, now you eat her fartgas, what a pathetic speciman of a man.

” Kruella looks at me”Get up, go over to your wife and lick her armpits. Buffy puts her hands behind her head, exposing her pits and says “Yes slaveboy, tongue my pits clean, it was hot today.” I lower my head and lick my wifes pits. “Bet it tastes good, I’m next, Kruella said. I walk over to Kruella, she lifts her arms and pushes my head to her armpit for cleaning.

“That beer went right through me”, Buffy says “I have to take a leak toilet boy, get on your back”. My wife looks right at me and points to my mouth “I’m going to piss right in your mouth and you have to drink it, on your back”. Buffy removed her spandex and squatted over my face. Kruella got in close for a good look at the human toilet. Buffy sent a hot stream of piss im my mouth, I gulped her salty gift as fast as I could. It was very strong and acidic, sort of burned mu throat a little.

When she was done she looked down at me “How did it taste toilet, wait till you have to eat, that will realy be the show.”

Kruella went to the kitchen and got a glass. She pulled her spandex halfway down and held the large glass under cunt. She giggled in my face , right before she started to urinate, then she filled the glass, and put it on the table. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face to the glass.”Smell my golden wine, I made for you.” My nose was an inch from the piss and I inhaled the urine stench to satisfy her. “Dip your tongue in the piss and taste it, who’s piss tastes better.” I dipped my tongue in the liquid waste and sampled its flavor, it was much less acidic than my wifes piss. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a straw. “Drink it with this straw, you can taste it better and you can’t gulp it. I drank Kruellas piss.

When I finished,Kruella got me down on my knees, at her ass. She pulled her spandex half way down and pulled her cheeks apart “I hope you don’t get offended Buffy, that your faggot husband is about to eat my ass, because this is where this faggot belongs, on his knees licking my asshole.” To my suprise, my wife says “I don’t care what you do, I was just going to suggest that he give us both head, he is good at that.” A smile came to Kruellas face “Thats the best idea all day, your little faggot hubby eating me out till I come. She removed her spandex and sat on a tall barstool we had. Her feet were on the stool seat also, which exposed everything, her asshole and cunt. “On your knees boy, kneel at my vagina”. I Went down in front of her bush, My wife came over and said “Eat my sister out, start on her clit and do it good”. Kruella interupted “I’d rather him start on my asshole, There is somthing about a man on his knees licking my ass that sets me off.” No problem Kruella, Slave, eat my sisters asshole, rim that thing”. I moved in close to the chair and touched the tip of my tongue to her puckered ass. She obviously liked it and I began licking harder and faster. Eventually I sucked her cunt, starting on top with the clit, then separating her lips with my tongue sucking on each lip. It took about ten minutes and she came like a wild woman in my face. While she recovered I was ordered to eat my wife and as usuall she came also. While the two relaxed they ordered me to make them coffee. My wife told me very bluntly, “Coffee makes me shit, and I can’t wait to use your moth as my bowl.”

Both sat bottomless in the living room sipping their coffee. Kruella called me over to massage her asshole with my tongue.

After about twenty minutes my wife smiled “I think its time toilet boy, I feel a log on the move” A minute later “OH its time, get on your back.” My wife stood over me and laughed. My heart started to race in anticipation. “This is ultimate humiliation, The ultimate worship of one to another is willingly devouring the others shit, Oh it feels like a load. Buffy squatted over my mouth and mouned as the feces got closer to her anus. My wifes anus started to dilate “Here it comes toilet boy”. Kruella moved in for a closer look of the act. As her anus dilated I could see the head of the log, slowly emerge. ” Hubby its time to eat my shit, open that mouth”. She squatted down lower, directly over my toilet mouth. The log was about an inch in diameter as it slid from her bung hole. It started to dangle and shake and I guess she sensed it was going to break and squatted to a point where she could direct it in my mouth. Once the head of the log was in she lowered her ass to me breaking off the log in my mouth. She turned to watch me eat it. It was on the hard side so I had to chew it. Both of them looked at me in amazement as I chewed and ate it. MY wife turned her ass to me again and sat down I my mouth, centering her anus. “Suck the next one out as I push it in”. I created a suction against her anus with my lips and sucked out another three inch turd and ate it. She squatted once again and pulled her cheeks apart

“Now lick it clean you faggot shiteater”. I stuck my tongue up her ass and licked away any residual shit that was left.

Kruella began hinting that she had to go but was going to do somthing different. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a plate and put the plate on my chest. Now Kruella straddled my body, squatting over the plate and began to concentrate. Her cheeks spread and her ass began to open. She emptied her colon on the plate, depositing three, three inch logs. She squatted over my face “Rim my hole clean servant”. I lapped her entire crack and her asshole, cleaning it well. “Now its time to eat, get on your knees”. She removed the plate and put it on the coffee table.

“Here’s the fork Kruella, feed it to our slave.” Both were starring at me as Kruella pearced the turd with the fork and held it to my nose. “Smell my shit, sniff the log slave.” I sniffed at the repulsive bodily waste. “Open your mouth”. I opened my mouth and both watched carfully. Kruella stuck the turd in my mouth. “Chew it you pathetic shiteater, eat my stinking log.” Kruellas shit was much softer and easier to swallow. Then she stuck in piece Number two and I ate it. Now My wife came up with her own idea and told Kruella and both agreed. My wife went upstais and came down in a pair of pumps. Buffy stepped her heel on the log, it broke in half, but the one half stayed on the heel. She lifted it up to my mouth as Kruella said, “Eat my shit off you wifes heel”. I opened up and she stuck it in and I sucked the shit off the heel. Both were in tears they were laughing so hard. My wife now stepped the sole of the pump in the shit smearing it all over the bottom. She slowly lifted the pump to my mouth and said “Clean my sisters shit of the bottom of my pump, with your tongue. Ask Kruella if you can lick her shit.” “Kruella may I clean your shit off the bottom of my wifes shoe.” Kruella stood up and said “Sure after you kiss my asshole”. I pushed Kruellas cheeks apart and planted a big wet gentil kiss on her sphincter. My wife still held the shoe up and I went over to it and licked the squashed feces off the pump. The two rehashed what they just made me do for about a half hour and both fell assleep. My servatude was over but my memory of this humiliation will never go away.

Originally posted 2011-07-25 08:53:20.

Testicle Suspension Bondage: A Terrifying Demonstration

Male Slave Proves His Love Of & Trust In His Mistress

Slave Peter knelt at the feet of his Mistress, head lowered. Around him, the party went on. It was late in the night, but no one had left the basement dungeon. Mistress’ small circle of close friends were all present, and many more, mostly acquaintances of the Dungeon Master and host Lord Richard. The evening’s theme, suspension, was clearly a great success. Several stunning demonstrations had completed thus far… his was to be the last demonstration of the night.

He watched the fine lines of Mistress’ ankles, disappearing from his view as she walk away to speak with a friend. He longed for her… more than he would have thought possible before his birth into Her service… would gladly do anything for Her. Tonight, She said, would be his crowning gift to Her, the culmination of years of Her patient efforts to teach him.

The cool breeze of the basement stirred through the slit crotch of his pantaloons, and across his bare chest. It was not unpleasant, he thought. His balls were closer to free than they had been in a long time, cradled by only a small stretcher to keep them loose. He wished the greater security of more usual restraint, but Mistress wished it so. She had honored him earlier by allowing him to follow her through those gathered with a twenty-pound weight hanging through the cut in his pants. Strong applause coursed through the room for the demonstration just finishing, as a sweat-covered young slave was released to the ground and into her Master’s arms. He glanced up briefly to find Mistress, and saw her clapping and commenting to a man they both knew. He lowered his head, knowing that She would come for him soon.

‘Are you ready, sweet slave?’ Her throaty voice filled him with love.

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Come, then.’

She took the handle of the light leash from his shoulder, and led him toward the left side of the small stage. He rose smoothly and followed.

At the edge of the stage, She placed the leash back on his shoulder, and he obediently sank to his knees.

‘You may watch me, Slave’

‘Thank you, Mistress.’

He watched Her and only Her as she stepped onto the dimly-lit stage and approach the frame. He could tell from his position that it was almost comically massive. Lord Richard’s suspension frame, built expressly for this party, stood over nine feet high and almost as wide. It was constructed entirely of railroad ties and steel. The massive cross-bar rested atop equally impressive uprights, secured by quarter-inch plate-steel triangles on both sides. More steel held the long base pieces in place. Five study eyebolts were evenly spaced across the top and three graced each side. The frame looked able to suspend an elephant.

Mistress motioned to the far side of the stage, and Peter saw Don and William moved quickly to comply, approaching Mistress and kneeling before Her. The two were Mistress’ slaves-in-training, kept but not owned as was Peter. Unlike him, they were both large, well-muscled slaves. Not to Her preference, She said.

His heart sailed as Mistress approached him, and he lowered his eyes. She squatted in front of him and gently raised his chin until he was staring into her beautiful, dark eyes.

‘Are you ready for this, my sweet slave?’

Her husky whisper sent chills through him. ‘Anything for you, Mistress. Anything.’

A smile played over her lips, and She pulled him close and kissed him gently. ‘I love you, slave,’ she whispered.

‘I love you, Mistress, more than life itself.’

She pulled back, and Her face turned serious. She tightened Her grip on his chin, until he opened his eyes. ‘Slave… you are to tell me the moment anything goes wrong.’

‘I trust in you Mistress. Nothing will go wrong.’

In a fierce whisper She said, ‘I mean it Peter. I know you want to do this for me, but you tell me the instant something isn’t right.’

Scared by her intensity, he replied simply, ‘Yes Mistress.’

Finally, after holding his eyes with Hers for an eternity, she stood and nodded to her right. The stage lights went up, bright after the dimness, and Lord Richard strode into the glow.

‘Friends, thank you all for joining us tonight. I hope you have enjoyed this evening as much as I have.’ Several guests yelled comments of appreciation. ‘I think you’ll agree that the theme was an excellent one, and I can’t take credit for it. Our next demonstrator suggested it to me several months ago. She also requested the last demonstration of the night, promising something we would never forget, and who was I to refuse?

You have all been wonderfully respectful this evening, but I just want to remind you to remain silent during the demonstration… this one in particular. With that, I give the stage to Mistress Caroline.’ Mistress took Her slave’s leash in the hand that had gently stroked Peter’s hair while Richard spoke, and led him onto the stage. He followed as She turned a full circle, displaying him to the audience, and knelt before her facing the frame. She unclipped his leash, depositing it to his left. As she bent near him, she whispered, ‘You may look where you wish, my love.’

Turning to Don and William, who still knelt on the stage, She spoke in a voice of command. ‘Check the apparatus, slaves.’

The two rose to their feet and moved under the cross-bar. Both leapt up to grab it, and began swinging strenuously as they had been taught. It was rather comical to those gathered, as the frame clearly wouldn’t budge an inch. The ritual was intended not only to ensure Mistress and slave that the suspension structure was totally secure, but also to help Peter gain focus for the task ahead.

At Mistress’ beckoning, they hopped down and returned to her feet. ‘My bag, slave,’ she said, indicating William. He quickly retrieved a leather duffel from the side of the stage.

‘My toys, for you.’ She whispered this to Peter as she bent near him to unzip the bag. The familiar phrase sent him farther into the depths of Her.

Mistress removed a short length of heavy tow chain from the bag. ‘Hang it.’ William sprung up to take the chain, as Don assumed a crouched position beneath the center suspension point. William stepped on his back to reach up and attach the chain, using a carabiner already hanging from the bolt. Each then knelt, one by each foot of the frame.

Mistress brought Peter to his feet by the chin, and bent to remove his pantaloons. He was naked beneath, except for the ball stretcher, which She removed. She ran her nails lightly up his wiry frame, bringing a moan from his lips.

‘Are you ready, slave?’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied, managing no more than a breathy whisper.

She removed his special parachute from the bag, and bent to place it around his balls. The chute was constructed of heavy leather, reinforced with a steel frame, and padded within. It secured with two heavy buckles.

The attachment point was also heavy leather, backed with spring-steel bands. Many in the audience looked closely at the chute… familiar but quite different from any they had seen.

That done, She bade him kneel again. As She removed restraints from the bag, Mistress cooed to him in quiet, smooth tones. She cuffed his hands behind his back, secured his ankles with a short spreader bar, and ran a tiny length of chain between the two. From the side, Peter formed the shape of a triangle, roughly equilateral. He was helpless.

Mistress again motioned to Her other slaves as She retrieved a carabiner of her own from the bag. They approached Peter, one on each side, and lifted him high into the air. Gently, they turned him upside down, and backed under the cross-beam.

Mistress’ beautiful torso, clad in tight leather, approached him. She spoke softly to him as She attached the parachute to the last link in the chain. He knew no reply was necessary.

She stepped back. Peter was aware of nothing but Her. Her beauty… and his total devotion to Her.

Staring into his eyes, she nodded. Almost imperceptibly, Don and William began to lower him. Slowly his balls were pulled away from him, bearing more and more of his weight. He felt the familiar pull in his stomach, the squeezing pressure on his balls, the stretching of his scrotum.

Mistress began to pace slowly across the stage in front of him. Their eyes remained locked. Her movement forced him to concentrate on Her, keep his eyes on his Mistress. His face remained blank as, more than a minute after starting, his descent was complete. Don and William stepped back to the uprights and remained standing, their attention also locked on

Mistress. They were ready to spring forward at her slightest command.

The dungeon was deathly quiet. The crowd stood in awe of the spectacle they were witnessing. For minutes that seemed like hours, Peter hung by his testicles, three feet off the ground. Mistress Caroline paced. Three sets of eyes followed Her.

After three of four minutes, Mistress approached, bending down as She came to keep Peter’s eyes locked. Finally, She was squatting before him, Her gothic face mere inches from his. ‘Sweet slave,’ she whispered. She reached out her right hand, running it along his scalp. Slowly, carefully, She began to swing him in ever-increasing circles. When he was moving perhaps a foot in each direction, She let go and backed away. All the while, their eyes held each other, and his face remained impassive.

Peter’s arc decreased. As his movement slowed, some of those toward the sides of the stage noticed tears in his Mistress’ eyes. Peter, too, noticed, and his heart pounded with joy at the sight.

Once his swing had stopped, Peter’s Mistress again approached him.

Unbidden, Don and William stepped forward and began to slowly take Peter’s weight from his balls. Mistress kissed Peter deeply as he rose, and he passively accepted Her gift. After releasing his bounds, Mistress held Peter close to Her as he trembled in Her arms.

The audience erupted into wild applause, I among them. The sound was thunderous after the long silence. The remainder of the evening was spent in discussion, and many compliments were paid to Caroline and her slave.

No one present that evening will ever forget the last demonstration of the night.

Originally posted 2013-06-08 11:53:58.

Forced Cocksucking

Sissyboy Humiliation

Maybe I’d take you out on the town, dressed normally for the most part–maybe a bra and panties underneath–and we’d walk around and stuff. And your ‘job’ would be to check out any and all of the men passing by..and tell me which ones you found the most attractive…which ones you thought had the biggest cocks.

Maybe I’d even set it up that a certain male friend of mine would be around in passing–one you didn’t know–and after you trying to be really subtle and whispering and stuff, me pointing directly at him and saying in a normal tones voice “What about him? think he’s cute too?”

Of course my friend would hear…but pretend not to know me…but look up and say something like “Excuse me, were you talking to me?” and I’d nudge for you to answer.”

( At this point I just groaned and said ‘I..I wouldn’t be able to answer…or, would just stumble out something like a ‘no’ in answer to avoid the embarrasment..’)

Mistress just grinned slowly, an amused and preditory look crossing Her face.

I’d nudge you again and whisper “If you dont answer him, I will…and you arent going to like it.”And I’d grin milldly (cuz I’d know it was a set up, but you wouldnt) and I’d say something like “oh sorry, didnt mean to intrude, my boyfriend is shy, but he’s um…open minded…and I was trying to get an idea of what kind of guys he finds are cute.”

And since my friend had been forewarned, he wouldnt be shocked–even if he acted a lil that way–and he’d say something like “oh really? well, DO you find me attractive?” looking at you.

(I just winced, my cheeks blushing red, caught up in Her scenario…knowing that She was *more* than capable of actually doing this. I answered Her, my voice soft and nervous, “I…I would probably answer ‘no, sorry’ to get out of it if I knew I could…’yes’ if I knew I had no choice in the matter and it was what you wanted…”)

Mistress just smiled, serene and all-too-knowing of Her power over me.

Well even if you said no, I’d poke you and lie, and say something like “Yeah RIGHT…you said you thought he was cute from when we were way over there!” Because I would KNOW chances were slim you’d be silly enough to call me a liar…

Then of course the guy would kinda ‘get offended’ at whichever way you answered…lose/lose situation.

He’d be pissed you were checking him out, as another guy–or else he’d be offended you didnt find him cute. And I’d ‘calm’ him down a lil, saying something like “Well, I know -I- find you kinda cute…so be flattered..”

And then maybe he’d check YOU out…and me too, but you’d feel his eyes on you. And just to shock you I’d say “He’s never really been with a guy before…but he’s really good with his, REALLY good!”

And of course my friend would look interested in that and say “Oh yeah? well maybe I should try it out sometime.”

I’d have a good grip on your wrist–so you’d know you werent going anywhere. Maybe I’d even see you looking around to try and hide, and delibrately misinterpret it. “Yeah, good idea..look for a more secluded spot.. Afterall, you wouldnt want to get arrested for giving some guy head right in broad daylight.” I’d look back at my friend and say “Well, maybe if we find a quiet spot you can try it out right now…what do you say?”

I bet at that point you’d do it even in broad daylight if I commanded it..scared to death or not. But since I care about you…and well me, getting caught, I’d wait for my friend to reply. He’d say “Well, there are some bushes and trees over there–lets go check them out.” And we’d all walk across the park together…well, I’d prolly be dragging you some.

So we’d walk over, and my friend would step kinda into the bushes, looking around to make sure its quiet, and say to both of us, but prolly mostly to me. “So, you sure you wanna do this? I’ve never had a guy suck me off before..but I’ve been curious to what it would be like.”

(I was practically trembling before Her by now, hung on every word, unable to do anything but surrender to the daydream, caught up in Her tale and knowing that it might actually happen. “I’d know I’d look at you for direction, and pleading to you with my eyes for a way out of this…”)

You’d get no help from me. I’d respond something casually like ‘oh no, Jim and I have talked about this for a while…he’s really curious too, arent you Jim? but I want to watch…so I hope thats okay.”

I’d smile and push you forward a bit, towards him.”Make sure you two get far enough back not to be spotted, I’ll keep an eye out for people.”

You’d obey my lead…and his…after all, what choice do you have?

Just imagine him quickly undoing his jeans and unzipping them, and pulling out his cock, half-hard already. I’d prolly say something like “Ooh, you are bigger than Jimmy!” even if he wasnt–just to let him know I liked what I saw.

Feeling put in your place yet, slut? Good girl…

And that would be about when you’d drop to your knees like a good front of him..and you’d have to look at it…touch it..

And if you kept hesitating I’d say something like “C’mon Jim, show him how good you are with your know you want to.”, and to my friend “He likes it when you hold his head with a grip in his hair by the way.”

(I groaned softly, laying my head at Her feet in utter submission, whispering “I’d..obey.”)

Yes, you’d open your mouth wide like an eager slut, and slide that cock right in, tasting it for the first time, and put that tongue of yours to work as you began sucking. My friend would get right to work with the intention of getting an intense orgasm as soon as possible, as he’d be a lil nervous of being outside too..and he’d hold your head somewhat, and arch his hips back and forth. But he’d be aware enough to make the occassional comment like “Oh yeah, he knows how to use his tongue alright..”

“Mmm, god, it feels good..thats it, slide it right down your throat..”

And after you sucked him off in the bushes..I’d tell him how much that had turned me on…and could I have his phone number so that maybe I could invite him over another time!

Mistress grinned evilly.

I’d tease you after about what a slut you were..sucking some guy off before you even knew his name…

And then I’d drag you back home so you could get between my legs like a good pet, and give me 2 or 3 orgasms….cuz I’d be dripping.

Mistress laughed softly.

Your pleasure, of course…well, thats *another* story..

Care for a walk in the park then?

I just groaned and knew that I’d never quite feel safe on our Sunday walks *ever* again.

Originally posted 2010-07-19 14:17:31.