I could hear the new girl walking up behind me and then, into my view. She was taller than Mistress Scarlett, with long red hair and sparkling green eyes with long legs that ended with spike heels. Her body was covered up, though, in frumpy sweat clothes, so, I couldn’t detect anything remarkable about her. That is, until she quickly doffed-off her top and bottom and tossed them over my head. Before my view was cut-off, though, I saw a skimpy leather bikini with fabulous breasts bulging out at the top. That vision caused my still-burnt dick to start throbbing itself up to a raging hard-on, out of my control once again.
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“Uh-uh,” this new girl said. “You don’t get to peek,” she said, with a laugh.
“Looks like he already got an eyeful,” Mistress Scarlett remarked. “Look at that worthless cock!” taking note almost as quickly as I did of the revival of life in my dick.
“Slave, this is my friend, Megan MISTRESS Megan to you, of course,” she ordered. “She is the manager of our workout place, the manager I would’ve gone to to get your ass kicked-out for sexually harassing me tonight.”
At that last statement, I turned my head in her general direction, since I couldn’t see with the sweat-clothes over my head, and let out an “Ohhhhh-nooo…”
This caused Mistress Megan to break out in giggling. “Yes, slave, when Scarlett called me from her car phone tonight and told me what happened, I thought ‘well, we don’t need to kick you out, but you do need to be taught a lesson.’ We have a lot of you pervies that frequently stare at a lot of the women, and they ALL get pissed about it and bitch to me about it. Tonight, you’re going to receive just desserts for your lack of respect for women. If I can help prevent one less guy to stare at us while we’re working out, that’s a good first step,” she finished. “Just desserts?”, I thought to myself. “What ELSE was going to happen to me tonight?”, though, I was getting a good picture of what more was awaiting my body. I felt the clothes being removed from my head to see the two Mistresses more fully.
Mistress Megan had a fucking awesome body. She apparently had worked-out just prior to coming over to Scarlett’s because her hair was a bit wet and I realized my face was wet from the sweats as well. I sucked in my breath at her strong and well- defined legs and calves, and, yet again, soaked-in the view of her bulging breasts. My dick was pumping up and down, dying for attention.
Mistress Megan ignored me, but stepped over for a look at my dick. She had a curious look on her face, then looked up at Mistress Scarlett and observed the still unlit cigarette in her hand. Mistress Megan wrinkled her nose a bit and chuckled to say “Hm. Looks like ya’ll have been having a bit of a wienie roasting!” she said, clapping her hands with delight. Mistress Scarlett broke-up at this one, quite amused.
Mistress Megan reached out to touch my dick, and I moaned, not exactly in pleasure, but at the pain of her touch on my extremely sensitive foreskin. She tapped all around the circumference, even lifting up the throbbing member to observe the crushed-out butt below my sore dick. “Nice,” she observed. Then, she looked at how my hands were tied above my head, followed the rope up to the pulley, then down to…she stepped around my body to get a better look at my balls.
“Have you already dealt with these,” she asked Mistress Scarlett. “They look nice and blue.”
“I’ve kicked them a couple of times, but, nowhere near what he deserves,” Mistress Scarlett answered. I felt Mistress Megan poke them behind me with her fingernail.
“Hm. Kinda cold. Are you tying them up, waiting for them to fall off?,” Mistress Megan asked.
“Nooooo that wouldn’t be any fun. I want him to feel more punishment. Cutting off his balls would prevent us from having fun far into the future. Maybe I need to loosen them up,” Mistress Scarlett said, stepping behind me as well. I could feel her hands rustling around on my balls and their bonds and then she released them from being under tension. She lifted up one of her booted feet and lightly tapped the underside of the sac and remarked, “we need to wait until there’s some blood back into these babies. I want to make sure he feels everything fully.”
“I agree,” Mistress Megan said.
When the tension was released from my balls, the tension was also released from my arms and they sank down as well.
“Maybe we should give him the opportunity to stretch a bit, too. I want him to suffer, believe me, but, only as far as his mid-section is concerned. After all, I’m not a sadist!”
Mistress Scarlett exclaimed, laughing loudly. She untied my hands and instructed me “Get up slave. Walk around a bit, stroke your cock and balls to make sure blood gets back into them, but DO NOT beat yourself off. If there’s going to be anyone cumming in here, it’s going to me a female, not you. Got it?” she asked sharply.
“Yes, Mistress Scarlett,” I said, grateful for the opportunity to remove myself from that very cramped position. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to get up and walk slowly around.
Meanwhile, Mistress Scarlett and Mistress Megan walked over to a corner of the room to whisper about my fate.
I was gingerly manipulating my ball-sac, spreading the skin a bit to return it to its normal red color when Mistress Megan called out from across the room, “Uh-uh, slave. Don’t be messing around with those balls too much…that’s MY responsibility!
I weakly answered her, “Yes, Mistress Megan,” and left them alone, still walking around, stretching out my legs. After a few minutes of hearing hushed whispers from my two tormenters, I heard Mistress Scarlett say to Mistress Megan, “Okay, good idea. I’ll call her now.”
At this, I wondered who “her” was, thinking that two women were going to be more than a challenge enough, but a third? A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and my groin area caused my dick to deflate at this thought. Mistress Megan came over to me, well-balanced on her spiked high heels and showing incredible leg. My dick began to rise as she approached.
“My, you really are a pervie, aren’t you,” Mistress Megan asked me sharply. Mistress Scarlett was dialing the phone and, hearing Mistress Megan’s comment, walked over with the portable phone to see what was going on in my corner of the room. As she walked, my eyes rested on her still-naked, bouncing breasts.
“I gave him 25 demerits before when he did that. I guess he’s got a tough time learning how to be respectful of his superiors,” Mistress Scarlett observed, in a bitchy tone. “I think we should double that for you…he should be learning SOMETHING by now. IF he continues to disregard our lessons, we’ll keep increasing the punishment until he gets a clue.”
“Yeah, I see that. Fifty sounds fine to me, but, maybe the problem lies in the execution of him working off the demerits. How do you have that structured?”, Mistress Megan inquired.
“Well, I figure each kick counts as a minus one. Each cigarette also counts as a minus one, regardless of how long it takes for the punishment to occur. So, so far, he has worked off 2 demerits, leaving him with 23 for his disrespect of my body.”
Mistress Megan nodded, apparently in agreement with how the demerits were to be worked-off. “Well, with my 50, and your 23, that should leave us with a lonnnnnng time and a lot of opportunity to teach him good, long lasting lessons,” Mistress Megan said. “Seventy-three demerits. YUMMY!”
I just opened my eyes wide at the thought that a kick to the nuts would count the same as 10 minutes of cigarette torture. I opened my mouth to protest with “But I —-”, and I didn’t get a chance to say anything when Mistress Megan’s demeanor changed suddenly with ferocity and she raised her right foot and promptly kicked me in the crotch, perfectly nailing my balls with the toe of her red pointy spike heel.
I sucked in breath and sank immediately to the floor from the kick, unable to do anything except moan in agony from her kick. So much for my input into the discussion.
“Oops! You spoke too soon, Megan!” Mistress Scarlett exclaimed, going back to punching in digits for her phone call.
“Yes, I did.” Mistress Megan said. “Pardon me…72 demerits, or, does the asshole have anything to add to this,” she said, looking down at me.
I was looking up at her, aghast at the change in her demeanor, and groaning with the shot she had delivered. I shook my head vigorously and answered her, “No-no-no-no, Mistress Megan. I’m so sorry for speaking out of turn before,” I got out of my mouth before a convulsion of pain shot through my gut again and caused me to curl-up in a ball.
“Oh, that’s okay, slave. You’ll learn. And, you’ll learn that I can be a very….very…inspirational teacher,” Mistress Megan finished. She stepped towards my prostrate form and placed her right foot, the one that socked me, in front of my face. “Kiss the toe of my shoe, slave. Kiss it and thank me for taking the time to properly instruct you. Thank me for displaying my regard for your worthless body and deep interest in making sure you learn respect for women,” she commanded me.
I quickly complied, kissing the toe of her shoe reverently, and saying over and over again, “Thank You, Mistress Megan…Thank You, Mistress Megan” Mistress Scarlett, meanwhile had apparently connected with her friend because I overheard her say, “Yes, yes….oh, Carmen, that’s a great idea to add to our party!…yes….yes…um-hmmm…… okay…”, she said, checking her watch. “Oh. Okay…then, we’ll see you at about 9:30 tonight?…Great! Oh, don’t bother knocking… just come on down to the playroom in the basement…uh-huh….okay… can’t wait to see you either!” Mistress Scarlett said, clicking off the phone.
“Carmen was SO happy to hear from me, and she jumped at the chance to join us tonight. She’s been bugging me for weeks about her idea to convert that unused bathroom into a closet, but, now we’ve decided that we could likely use it as a real bathroom, complete with a built-in MALE toilet!” Mistress Scarlett finished with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh, really?,” Mistress Megan answered her, getting the inference with a smile that lit up her face. “Ohhhhh that’s a perfect use for this dog,” she said, motioning to me on the floor.
Meanwhile, the “dog” on the floor, me, had racing thoughts about what Mistress Scarlett had said. “Toilet?”, I thought to myself. “Surely she was joking…” I hoped to myself. “Well,” Mistress Scarlett said, checking her watch again. “We have about 45 minutes before Carmen arrives. I think we need to start with his schooling again. Which ‘end’ do you want,
Megan?” “I want those puny balls. I want to cause him so much discomfort that he thinks twice before getting a hard-on in my presence again,” Mistress Megan said, harshly.
“Oh, goodie! That means I have more fun with dick-and-head here,” she giggled, taking note of her own pun. I just groaned at what was in store for me.
“Get up slave….or don’t. Crawl back over there so we can get you properly restrained and your lessons begun,” Mistress Scarlett ordered.
I said “Yes, Mistress Scarlett,” and proceeded to shuffle my knees and half-walked, half-crawled back over to the stocks device. Without even being told, I immediately stuck my limp penis into its designated hole and set myself to receive whatever I was going to be dealt with from these two beauties.
Mistress Megan came walking over, un-hooking her leather bikini top and letting it fall. She gave me a small smile and said “Okay, slave, you’re now allowed to get a hard-on for me. In fact, if you DON’T get a hard-on for me, I’ll consider it a personal insult and deal with you harshly for disobeying me.”
Lucky for me, I didn’t have to try too hard to get it up. Her undulating breasts and erect nipples contributed greatly to my penis-driven mental state and swoosh! Dick arises. Girl should now be happy…even though, I knew my hardness was the exact reason why I was about to face more punishment at their hands.
(Small-minded and weak, but, aren’t men amazing?)
Mistress Scarlett walked back over to me and, instead of tying both arms above my head, as she had before, she took each wrist and secured it on either side of me, below my waist. She took another length of rope and tie my body firmly to the wooden face, which served to make sure my dick was fully inserted into the hole. My legs were prodded apart from Mistress Megan behind me, and I was then properly positioned for them.
“What do you need, Megan?” Mistress Scarlett asked.
“Ummm got a spoon handy?” Mistress Megan responded.
“Oh, yes,” Mistress Scarlett responded, in front of me, smiling.
She walked over to the cabinet and slid open a drawer to retrieve several wooden spoons. She turned and walked back, reaching to hand the spoons to Mistress Megan behind me. She then reached down to retrieve her cigarette, lighter, and plopped down into her chair to once again face me.
I felt Mistress Megan behind me as she reached down to locate my balls and pulled them out behind me, stretching them so that they were tight against the bottom of the sac. I felt her poke my sac with one of her sharp fingernails, which caused me to flinch slightly.
“Oh, Sweetie, if that caused you a bit of discomfort, just wait until the real lesson begins,” Mistress Megan said, with a small laugh.
In front of me, Mistress Scarlett flicked the lighter and the flame wicked-up, engulfing the cigarette she held in her sexy mouth. The cigarette lit up with a red glow…a red glow I was all too familiar with. She sucked in a breath and blew it up into the air above me. As she did that, her beautiful breasts jiggled a little bit, causing my dick to immediately throb even harder. At that moment, Mistress Megan behind me delivered her first blow to my balls with one of the spoons. SMACK!
I gasped at the shock of the blow. She didn’t hesitate at all. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I shouted in pain. I squirmed, but couldn’t squirm anywhere, due to my restraints. Mistress Scarlett took another drag on her cigarette in front of me, and, with her inhaled breath, peeled back some more hot ash that needed to be dumped somewhere.
She leaned forward and, while looking directly into my frightened eyes, her breasts hanging down to expose wonderful cleavage that I only quickly looked down at, she held the cigarette right above the softest part of my dick, the head, and expertly flicked the cigarette to dump glowing ash right onto it’s unprotected surface, causing me to scream “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
NO! NO! NO! PLEEEEEASE STOP!”
I was in complete agony from the burning pile of hot ash resting on my throbbing penis head. I tried to fling it off but it just laid there. Mistress Scarlett snickered at my attempts.
Meanwhile, as if there wasn’t enough pain occurring on my body at that moment, Mistress Megan, behind me, had shifted her tempo and was whaling at my balls with increasing frequency, counting each smack into my worthless sac of sperm. At each jolt of connection between the head of the spoon and my nuts, I screeched out an “AH!” “AH!” “AH! AH!”
This continued for about…I don’t have any idea how long, but to me, it was an agonizingly slow hell. Mistress Scarlett continued her ash-flicking torture, changing her focus this time to raise my dick with one hand while laying hot ash right below it with the other, and pressing my dick firmly right back on the ash, thus allowing the burn to go deeper into my tortured penis.
When she got tot the end of the cigarette, this time she finished her cigarette off by applying the lit end firmly into one side of my dickhead and holding it steady with the other hand, slowly rotating the cylindrical hot ember and pressing it into my penis flesh. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes as I screamed from the pain. During this time, Mistress Scarlett watched me, grinning evilly at my predicament. I caught this look at one point as I was struggling to reconcile the pain with my mind, and those ice-blues bore into me, mercilessly. Without pity. In fact, those eyes were reflecting simple, cruel delight.
“Thirty-one … thirty-two!” Mistress Megan was calmly counting out loud behind me, delivering smacks harshly, and each one, full force to my balls. Between the two sources of pain, I couldn’t discern which was worse. I started to feel like I was passing out from the pain. I wished I had done so by that point, anyway.
Mistress Scarlett asked, “Well, I’ve finished with one cigarette over here. Should I light up another one, or, do you want to switch hit now?” she asked Mistress Megan behind me. I was still crying profusely, and making all sorts of pained noises, but when I heard the question about “switch-hitting”, I just groaned at the thought of this torture continuing with Mistress Megan in front of me, and Mistress Scarlett behind me, smacking my balls. I passed out from the thought, and didn’t get to hear Mistress Megan’s response.
Originally posted 2010-07-27 14:46:19. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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