PainLove - Bk. 01 - Ch. 06-12

Chapter 6

When Jenny and Marion came back down from dressing they were both taking short steps in their high heeled boots.

They both wore knee-length dresses of a flowing satin material. Jenny's blue dress had lace accents at the hem and low neckline. The deep red dress Marion wore was more conservative, very elegant.

They looked ravishing.

"This thing of yours!" Jenny shook her head. "I get the shivers. If it annoys me I'll be rid of it."

"And so will I. All I wanted was a good meal." Marion seemed less comfortable than Jenny.

Rob shrugged. "You made clear you had plans to tease me in the restaurant, but you don't like it if I reciprocate. Is everything going to be just one way?"

Marion didn't agree. "There is no connection between dinner tonight and - the rest."

"I must point out the obvious: everything so far has been about me. No, not about me, required of me. How I shall serve, how I'm to be spanked and so on, how I'll be humiliated and whatever else you have in mind. I am the only one who must undergo things."

Marion's smile was icy. "True. I am the one who must plan it, administer it. I must find out what you like or not, how far I can go with you, what you can tolerate. If I exercise you with my whip, it's to get proper results, not to make you suffer. This thing of ours does go both ways. In time, you will rely entirely on my judgment, I shall decide how far you can be taken each session.

"You like to dress in woman clothes and wear pretty lingerie; I'm offering a way for it to happen without being annoying."

It was not a long drive to the restaurant on the outskirts of Milton Keynes. In the car park, Rob stepped out to open the rear door with a bow. "We have arrived ladies." He extended his hand to help Jenny, then Marion out of the car. They walked ahead of him to the entrance, giving him a moment to enjoy a view of their legs from behind, lovely in seamed stockings.

Marion had reserved a quiet, corner table near the back of the restaurant. Marion directed Rob to sit with his back to the wall. Marion and Jenny took seats on either side of him. It was obvious this arrangement had a purpose. He knew he could expect some play with pretty feet in his lap, Jenny had done that before, he thought it an exciting idea.

They ordered wine, looked over the menus and ordered their meal.

"Marion, I've given thought to what you were saying. You're right: of course you, Jenny too, have your parts. It is, indeed, give and take, both sides. My problem is I am always the one who will suffer, one way or another. As a result, it seems I must give a great deal, but the part about take is less clear, the compensation I'm to receive."

Marion repeated her cruel smile. "We can make that a good situation. When you aren't in the mood you'll be recalcitrant, a reason to punish you. You seem to forget one thing: men will do anything we ask when they're horny. So as long we can get you into an aroused state, you will go along. It's a central point of all this: you are horny so you let us do things with you. Jenny and I get horny by doing things to you. The relief that follows is we have wild sex after, intense for us all. You'll quickly forget any hardship. I daresay you will come to wish for it, to get to the wild sex."

Here we go again, he was thinking, she has not learned a thing. "I have a small warning for you: my mind rules and if I don't want to; then I really won't. You must understand I won't be in the mood for your games every minute, you can ask Jenny."

"I'm listening." Marion's voice was even, but her eyes were challenging him.

"I just want to say, if I don't want to play then I really don't want to. I must see you respect my decision."

"I shall think on it. That's not how it usually goes, I'm the dominant and you, the submissive, must do as I wish. Giving you the option would undermine the mistress-slave relationship. I won't answer yet. As we practice we'll find out what to do, without disturbing our promises to each other. After all, I opened my house to you. So far I've asked nothing in return."

Rob managed to not say she had already asked for a great deal from him, it would come up soon enough in any event. "Marion, I'm a bit insecure. I am fond of you and Jenny. But frankly, you use the word punishment too freely and just now you referred to me as a slave. It's supposed to be play-time once in a while, twice a month as you described.

"I think what I really want to say is this. In the game I'll play at being a sub, but when not in a game I am myself, capable and confident, no slave. If the game calls for humiliation, I can let it happen during the game, but in real life I am much less tolerant of such things."

"I understand, Rob. In a session, though, this could be precisely why I might do what you dislike. Out of love for us, you endure the things we choose to do. But we do such things out of love for you. You give us the gift of enduring a few discomforts, that makes both the dominant and the sub quite randy. I can feel myself hot and wet right now, as we talk. How about you, Jenny?"

"Forget dinner, let's go home now. I want to go home, put on my mistress outfit and order Rob to fuck me thoroughly." Jenny grinned. "At the same time you, Marion, will take me from behind. I want to be taken in a sandwich tonight." She reach out to take Rob's hand. "I have waited so long for you, dear. I just can't wait much longer."

At some point, Marion had gotten her foot out of her boot without Rob noticing. She put her stocking-covered leg onto Rob's lap and wiggled her toes over his his crotch. "Come on Rob, take it out, no one can see."

This was more than Rob was expecting. He glanced around, no one was taking notice of them. The nearest diners were at a distance of twenty feet at least, deep in conversation. So he unzipped his fly and pulled out his growing dick. Immediately he felt another foot on his lap, now Jenny and Marion were caressing his dick with their feet.

"The meal is coming." Rob was alarmed, but the women didn't stop teasing him. He moved his napkin to conceal what the women were doing with their feet and his response. He decided it was time for a little revenge. The moment the waiter finished placing their plates on the table, he pushed the buttons on the remote controls. Marion and Jenny each made a barely-suppressed shriek.

"Is all well, ladies?" The waiter's face showed a mix of curiosity and concern. Other diners were looking in their direction.

Jenny couldn't speak, but Marion managed to respond. "Yes, fine, thank you."

As soon as the waiter left, Marion turned to Rob. "Turn it off, I can't take much more. You're an animal, please stop."

He reached into his pocket and turned off their vibrators. Jenny, eyes a little glazed, moaned. "I think I came. Oh, you planned this."

"Turnabout is fair play, isn't it? Come, our meals have been served, let's eat, then leave. I, too, want to play."

"Sounds nice. And what an experience I just had. I didn't know where to look when the waiter stood watching. Nice moment." Jenny seemed to be recovering.

"Maybe I can buy a few extra of those and we pass them out to all of the women at our party Saturday." Marion laughed. "Could be fun to watch their faces."

Chapter 7

Immediately upon arriving back at her house, Marion began issuing commands. "You had your fun with the device Roberta, but now your weekend has begun. Get out of those silly men's clothes; I want to see you in the shortest skirt you have. Upstairs with you and don't come back until you are dressed properly. By that I mean seams straight, high heels and so on. Maybe a shave also, not just legs, your pubic hair also, I want you smooth as a baby!"

As Rob left to go upstairs, he heard her words to Jenny. "Let's change as well. I have everything ready."

Rob came down as soon as he was ready, following the sound of their quiet conversation to the lounge. He stepped before them and stopped, head down. The mistresses inspected him: he wore his highest heels, black seamed stockings, a black satin skirt and a white blouse with a ruffle down the placket, at the cuffs and around the high collar. Under the blouse his black corset was obvious.

Jenny tapped her finger to her cheek. "Something seems missing."

"And I know what it is." Marion gestured to Rob's head. "She's hardly presentable without a wig. Roberta, why aren't you wearing a wig?"

"Mistress I only have one old wig at home, it makes me look dreadful."

Jenny nodded in agreement. "It's true, we didn't pay much attention to that part of the game."

"We shall go out tomorrow to find you a suitable wig, even a few, depending on the situation," Marion announced. "I know just the place.

"Roberta, you are permitted to take a seat, we must instruct you about the party Saturday." Marion held up a commanding hand. "Before you sit, get us all a glass of whiskey first, I'll take mine neat."

Marion began her instructions even as Rob poured and served. "I invited several women, dear friends. We must be sure everything goes well. Rob, you cannot suddenly disappear if you disagree with something. I want your word on this after I tell you what the menu and entertainment is to be. Will you give me your promise?"

"Marion, perhaps you would tell me about the menu and entertainment before asking me to agree."

"The women will all arrive around midday. You shall take them to the room next to yours, where they can change their clothing if they wish. We all will be dressed in style, a pleasant little treat for you, well, a treat for all of us.

"Over the course of the afternoon you will serve the needs of each of them, I think you can imagine what I mean. Do anything they request, leaving no one disappointed. I won't let you offend a friend by declining a small service. I warn you, if you fail this I'll kick you out and never speak to you again. They're all my friends, healthy, without a reliable partner. Some haven't had sex for while, I promised them all at least one orgasm courtesy of our new slave. You will have ample time to do a proper job of it, we've the entire afternoon and evening.

"If your tongue isn't sufficient, I shall supply a dildo, but you will pleasure them. Is that fair?"

It was easy for Rob to agree, nothing unpleasant here. "You needn't worry about this. No lady will be disappointed, certainly not offended."

"Jenny told me you have a preference for oral service. You are also kind toward women. I expected this would suit you.

"I won't ask you to serve the refreshments alone; I'll ask one of my guests to assist you with drinks and snacks once the party is underway. Jenny and I are the hostess and mistress, but we'll keep an eye on you and quietly help you out as needed.

"Late in the afternoon we shall dine together. In your role as the maid, you'll serve the meal. I've arranged the entire meal from a caterer. After serving you will be permitted to sit with us to eat. After we've dined, well." She gave him her cold smile. "I told the ladies we'll give a demonstration in the dungeon. You shall enter naked, taking all your clothing off in the examination room and waiting there until I call you down. Don't you forget this, it's important to create the right atmosphere, for you as well as for your mistresses and our guests.

"I shall be the mistress for the entire session; Jenny will assist me in a few things. You will have a session with me Friday, primarily to determine what we can use on you, how much. As we try various whips and floggers you tell me yes or no to each one. I will use the cane again, because I think you can take it, at least enough to give a suitable impression to the ladies. I generally apply the cane lightly and not too often, but this time I think you must endure it for the occasion. Mmm, I'm making myself wet just at the thought of it.

"There will be another surprise for you. I won't say how, when or where it will happen, but you have no choice but to undergo it. Only your pride will be injured, but think of me and Jenny when it happens, how we love you, how you love us. Your highest desire is to serve us well. Think of how we will make love together. It isn't we mean to humiliate you, it's just part of the game. Outside any session, you always will be husband, lover and friend. Will you remember these words Rob?"

Marion continued without giving Rob the opportunity to respond. "I know you can have a short fuse, but think of it as your surrender to your loving wife and to me, your other wife. Jenny, if I may use such a term for myself?"

"Yes of course love, we spoke about this." Jenny turned to Rob. "You must consider Marion as your wife. We tell each other our deepest thoughts, we share everything. You're a lucky man, Rob, instead of one wife you can have two."

"Let me repeat this, Rob: whatever happens, your foremost thought must be you endure these things to please Jenny and I." Marion's sharp voice giving instructions contrasted with Jenny's sweeter tone. "You shall enjoy a full submissive experience, this I promise you, but afterwards we will love you more and you'll feel our love. When this surprise takes place, you will understand it's the final part of the sessions. I expect you may even enjoy it; many men do."

Rob was caught up in the notion of two wives. "It's a warm feeling to hear you both speak to me like this. I have visions of lying in bed with two pretty women who are wearing only stockings, one sitting on my face and the other riding my dick. I'm getting stiff just thinking about it."

"Let's see!" Marion lifted his skirt. "Naughty aren't we, no panties, but indeed, you do look nicely firm." She reached over and brushed her fingertips across his hardening penis.

Jenny gave her a big smile. "I thought you'd like it. It's yours to make use of in future, all you wish, but remember, I need my share as well."

Rob smiled to each of them. "It will be hard work for me to satisfy you both, but I expect to enjoy the challenge."

"We shall have each other as well. Once in a while you can just sit and relax, watch as we show you what women do with each other." Marion took Jenny's hand and kissed her fingers.

Marion grew more serious. "One important detail, Rob. You must do everything you can to avoid an orgasm. I'll warn the ladies not to tease you too much, not to take you too far. Only after the dungeon exercise has concluded will we go upstairs. An orgy could result, we might break up into groups, I have no idea what to expect. I know at least three of the ladies attending are bisexual. Rob, you will be in an enviable position, right in the middle, the only one with a cock."

Marion was suddenly stern. "So you're wearing no panties, girlie? I'll bet you looked under my dress to see if I also wasn't wearing panties. You are a bad girl! I want you on your knees right now, slave. I shall saddle and ride you. Come, be quick about it."

Rob got down on his hands and knees, crawled towards Marion and waited at her feet. He glanced up and saw she wore no knickers either.

Jenny was taking pony headgear from a drawer. Rob thought it unlikely Marion kept such things all over the house. He imagined it more likely she'd placed it there for use this evening. Jenny fit the bridle over Rob's head. "Open your mouth!" When he did, she put the hard rubber bit between his teeth, then buckled the bridge behind his head. A small saddle went over his hips, cinched in place by a belt around his waist.

Marion seated herself on the saddle and took the reins. She tapped his bum with her riding crop. "Okay little horse. Walk on." He discovered she wore spurs as they gently tapped his legs. Rob started crawling on hands and knees. They made a thorough tour of the ground floor, Rob grateful the floors were nearly all carpeted. He saw Jenny standing in the lounge doorway, excited smile on her face. He was a bit surprised she wasn't snapping a picture, this was the kind of time she liked to collect a little souvenir. Rob got a good look at the seamed stockings Jenny wore and felt Marion's stocking-covered legs rubbing against his ribs. Everything about this evening was getting him hard.

Saying it was to keep him from tiring, Marion dismounted a few times, walking beside him still holding the reins. He soon learned she used her riding crop more when she wasn't in the saddle, in more places too.

Chapter 8

It was a bit more challenging to carry Marion up the stair. Rob improvised by rising onto his feet with his hands on the treads, keeping his back reasonably level for Marion. In no time he was crawling through the door to Marion's large bedroom. In the middle was a king-sized bed, of a size one might find the luxury suite of a hotel. The posts on the corners had ropes and leather cuffs already attached to them.

Jenny took off the headgear and saddle, Marion went to her large, en-suite bath. Rob took off his blouse, skirt and shoes and sat on one side of the large bed.

Jenny quickly shed her clothes and beckoned. "Come here, Sweet."

She pushed him back and straddled over his face. Rob recognized the signs she was already aroused. He licked her lips with enthusiasm. "Darling, you taste so good, as usual. You know I how much I love to lick up your woman juices."

After a few minutes, Jenny reluctantly eased off Rob's face. "Move here, to the middle of the bed." She guided him further toward the foot of the bed. "Now spread your legs for me."

Jenny secured his ankles in leather cuffs and started pulling at the ropes. Rob watched with interest as his feet went up, spreading as the ropes to the posts pulled them apart as well as upward. Part-way up Jenny required him to help her move his hips the rest of the way down so he was hanging just off the foot of the bed. She returned to pulling the ropes. Rob lay with his back on the bed, his legs up and spread and his bum exposed. Jenny fastened his hands to the cuffs from the head of the bed and pulled those ropes, spreading his arms until Rob was immobilized in quite a vulnerable position.

Marion had softly entered the room and undressed herself, now wearing only wore a basque with attached stockings and a strap-on. When Rob saw her he became hornier than he already was; two sexy loving women doing all these wonderful things just for his pleasure.

"Do you like what you see?" Marion's tone was friendly and sexy. She had abandoned the commanding tone of the mistress. "You should, we chose these outfits just to please you. We have more like this. You think you're the one who has to suffer? We, too, suffer, dressing this way only for your benefit."

The grin she gave him might have been intended to be evil. Rob saw it as playful, mock-dangerous. She stroked her strap-on. "Now, finally, I can finally rape you. By the way, I also get anal treatment, this strap-on has three branches: you can see the one standing proud, for your arse, but also one already in my arse and one in my pussy. So, maid, it's time to play."

She took a bottle of lube from her make-up table and covered her fingers. She penetrated him with first one finger, then two, taking care to fully spread the lubrication. She made a point of letting Rob see her stroking lubrication onto the dildo, up and down as though it was her own penis.

She stepped between his legs and pressed the head of the dildo against his perineum. She rubbed the head slowly up and down, both for sensuous effect and to seek the right spot. Slipping downward to his opening, she gently, slowly increased the pressure, penetrating him by fractions of an inch with subtle motions of her hips. Looking at her face, Rob could see Marion, too, was taking her pleasure. One step in, a half-step back, she proceeded. Rob was moaning from a mix of pain and pleasure.

"To grow up and become women, girls must bear a little pain. Later, it's all pleasure, the pain well worth it. We are taking you on a step toward womanhood." Marion pushed the dildo into him, a step at a time, until he could feel it was as far into him as it would go. She pulled back a bit, then pushed. Slowly she increased the distance she traveled until she was fully stroking her dildo up his arse.

Moving up, Jenny swung back over Rob's mouth, facing Marion. As he resumed licking her, she took his dick loosely in her hand. The soft motions of her hand were exciting but she wasn't stroking him toward a climax. Jenny pushed herself back and forth over his mouth, rubbing her clit on his chin, his lips, his nose. Rob tried to lick her, but Jenny just went faster and faster. He was just the place she was rubbing herself.

Jenny's was less attentive to her hand on his dick, she began giving him more stimulation and stroking faster. Rob realized he couldn't hold much longer. He tried to pull back his hips in order to delay his coming but the strap-on impeded him. When he protested his voice was muffled by Jenny's covering his face. "Stop, stop! A moment, please!" Marion stopped fucking him, the dildo still part-way in. Jenny lifted her hips a bit and stopped stroking him.

"What's the matter?" He could just see Marion past Jenny's legs, raising an eyebrow at him. "Was it too deep or too hard?"

"No, not that. I'm almost coming. You and Jenny each want me to come in you." Rob replied as Jenny rolled to the side and lay beside him.

"Topping from the bottom, eh?" Marion gave him a stern look. Rob thought her unfair, he hadn't asked her to stop, just pause, but he said nothing as she eased the dildo out of his arse. "We'll do as you ask, this time. Tomorrow will be different, I shall do what I want, which is fuck your bum until I come on the dildo and I don't care whether you come or not. The morning after you won't walk quite the same, I'm confident in that."

She released the straps at her legs and waist and eased the strap-on out of herself, letting it drop to the floor. Releasing Jenny's knots, she lowered his legs back to the bed. Leaving him in the cuffs, Jenny and Marion both helped him a bit further up onto the bed. His feet still hung off the edge, not touching the floor, leaving his legs still effectively immobilized. As Jenny shortened the ropes to his wrist cuffs, Marion straddled over him. Taking his hard dick in her fingers, she guided him into her and mounted. In a slow cadence Marion rose and descended, fucking herself on Rob. Rob tried to to concentrate on postponing his orgasm.

Jenny turned herself around and got back over Rob's mouth, looking down to meet his eyes. She leaned forward, the best position for him to focus his attention on her clit. With his hands and ankles still tied, he knew he had only his tongue to please his wife; he found this limitation quite erotic. Then he started pushing his tongue as hard as possible against her clit, it was more rubbing than licking, which led to Jenny's juices drooled over his chin.

Rob could feel tugging at the cuffs on his ankles as Marion went up and down, her cadence going faster and faster. He imagined she might be using the ropes to his ankles to steady herself. He tried to add to her pleasure, thrusting his hips high to meet her, but he wasn't too successful with his legs having nowhere to push for leverage. He he felt Marion's inner muscles tighten and she began coming.

Rob couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer. As he released into Marion, Jenny pressed down quite hard as she rubbed herself on his face, from his nose to his chin to enjoy her own climax.

Jenny rolled off Rob and went to the bathroom for a towel. She wiped herself, then Rob's face. Marion still sat on Rob's hips, his softening dick still in her pussy, enjoying the feeling as long as it would last.

Marion slowly eased forward to let Rob slip out of her. His eyes following her fingers as she dipped two fingers into her pussy. Bringing them to her her mouth, taking the time to make sure Rob was still watching, she sucked them clean. "Hmm, you taste good." She lay down on the bed. "We'll relax a bit, then the same thing again, with Jenny and I switching places. And after that, if you still have some power, I'll give you a blowjob and expect you to give me what I want, in my mouth." Marion's grin this time looked a bit more evil. "Maybe the next time you come in me I'll have you lick it all out again."

Jenny ran her fingers up his arm and tugged at the cuff binding his wrist. "We should leave you tied up. After all, you're only here for us to use." Rob simply stayed in place, his eyes closed. When he didn't react she untied the ropes from the cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

Rob got off the bed and walked to the door, then paused and looked back. "I'm thirsty. Can I bring you some drinks, ladies?"

"Sure," Marion said, "I'd like wine."

"I'll be right back," Rob said. He went to fetch wine from the kitchen, indifferent that all he was wearing was his corset and stockings.

Marion sighed and kissed Jenny. "He has such a nice bum. like a woman's. When I saw his bum, I wanted to fuck him right there and then."

Jenny kissed her back. "I know. I like men's butts too. Funny how us women always look at a man's bum, while men seem to look at breasts and legs."

"With a little training, he'll take a larger dildo." Marion nodded as she imagined the future. "Then a larger one still... Tomorrow when we go out, I think, he can begin his training."

She sat up, thinking. "Listen, we must get him started on his role as our housemaid. Let's take him shopping for a new wig and maybe some other stuff. What are you thinking?"

"So far the only role we've agreed is a maid, for that we know how to dress him. What other roles should we consider? How about a prostitute, we can make him earn his money by selling him to our friends. As long we keep him in our little circle, I doubt he will object."

A worried look crossed Jenny's face. "But Marion, remember, we've been married close to twenty years, he is a cross dresser but he's also 100% heterosexual. Don't think you can sell him as a whore to a male friend of yours. I know him well, he is kind and gentle most of the time, but don't bring out the animal in him. Not very often, but I have seen him truly angry. Then he isn't a nice person at all."

"Not to worry, I've never considered bringing a man into the game. All the friends I might include are women. This is our house, it's our little game. This is our life, I want the three of us to be happy unconditionally." Marion gave her a reassuring pat on the bum. "Any other suggestions, dear?"

Jenny smirked. "A wig, make-up, everything so we can take him out in public fully dressed. I'll bet he's never thought of it, in fact he'll resist the idea. His resistance provides another game opportunity."

"Oh yes, we shall certainly prepare him appear in public. We must not hesitate to expand his limits. So then, three different wigs at least, I think a black wig, the hair quite short, for his maid role, a curly, long, blonde as a hooker and an elegant wig, a really nice one his own natural, brown color for wear in public. Chin length, even longer. Maybe Rob should choose one for himself. We'll get more ideas as we look around at the shop."

Rob entered the bedroom carrying a tray with 3 glasses and an open bottle of wine. "I took the liberty of opening a new bottle."

"Oh, nice! I think you truly have what it takes to be a fine maidservant." Marion patted the bed. "Come and sit with us, Rob. You noticed I don't call you Roberta when we're fucking, I would find it silly. During a game, like when I'm using my strap-on on you, when we intend you to be submissive I shall call you a girl, with a girl's name."

Rob smiled. "I don't mind. It sounds kind of sweet in a way. To be really honest, when I'm in feminine clothing, in a more feminine role, a girl's name does seem a better fit."

He paused, looking thoughtful. "You know, I get a very strange feeling when I'm being humiliated. In a scene, as we just did, I know the truth, you love me very much. On the other hand, should you mean it, humiliate me for real and I feel it's for real, I'm out of the game, out of any more games. You must understand that."

"No dear." Jenny reached over and started toying with his dick. "To me you always will be the man in the house, no matter what."

Marion slipped over behind Rob, kissing him on the neck. "I love you. And, Jenny, you too," she added over Rob's shoulder. "I am so happy I invited the both of you."

Marion wrapped her arms around him, one hand reaching down to caress Jenny's hand, stroking his hardening dick. She turned his head to herself for a kiss. She continued kissing him for a long time, building the passion as their tongues contested who could enter the other's mouth.

"Oh, he's back!" Jenny held his fully hard erection in her hand, stroking slowly. It was time to set aside the wine glasses.

This time Jenny mounted his erect dick and Marion arse fucked Jenny to give her the sandwich she said she wanted. The two ladies both had orgasms; Rob managed to hold back. Marion gave him her promised blowjob and he happily filled her mouth.

With a smile, Marion swallowed all he gave her. "Mmm, I'll want your cum again tomorrow."

Jenny quirked an eyebrow. "I want my share as well, that means no masturbating or whatever Rob."

Rob gave her a lazy smile. "Where would I find the energy to masturbate?"

"After this weekend we'll give you a little rest. Remember Saturday: you'll be very busy all day. We probably won't make love to you, we'll give you to our guests." Marion was suddenly planning her party again. "But it's all safe, a close circle of women we know well."

Marion rose, went to her wardrobe. "Time for bed, I'd say. Three ladies in bed should be fun. Rob, I have something here to fit you." She pulled out a beautiful nightgown, pink, with lace decorating the bodice. It was long, falling well below his knees, with a slit to mid-thigh on both sides. He reveled in its sensuous luxury.

The three of them slept together in the large bed and both women teased him by stroking his dick. He responded by fingering them. They each giggled, then moaned a bit before the three of them finally were asleep.

Chapter 9

Friday morning, Rob awoke early. He lay in the bed, thinking how lucky he must be, lying between these two pretty women who loved and took care of him.

He managed to carefully slip out of bed without waking the women and tiptoed to his own room. While taking a quick shower, he thought of a nice surprise to start their morning.

He pulled a French maid costume from his wardrobe, put on lingerie and the costume. He wore just medium heels, he didn't want to stumble. He went down to the kitchen and made a light breakfast for his beloved ones and himself. He found another serving tray, loading it with a coffee pot, cups, toast, some butter and jam.

When he returned to Marion's bedroom with breakfast, both Jenny and Marion were awake. In fact they were cuddling and fingering each other. Jenny, facing the door, gave a big smile as he entered the room. "Ooh, what's this?"

"Good morning, my ladies, the sun is shining and here is a bit of breakfast." He placed the tray on the make-up table carefully pushing aside powders, lipsticks and other things to make room for the tray.

Marion smiled when she saw how he was dressed.. "Oh Roberta, you are as sweet as ever." Rob responded with a curtsy.

Jenny was also pleased to see him dressed, apparently happy to accept the role they intended would become a full-time commitment for him. "Rob, we're going out to do some shopping with you this morning, you may prefer your male clothes. You are, of course, most welcome to go out with us in a dress."

Rob gave her a quick, dismissive grimace.

Marion got out of bed and went to her dressing table. "Step into the bath, Roberta, I'll join you there in a second." As Rob went to the bath, Marion reached into a drawer. With a grin on her face she showed Jenny a butt plug.

In the bathroom, she found Rob looking at himself in the mirror. She decided he needed encouragement. "You look so cute in this uniform, darling." She stepped behind him, running her fingers down his bum. "I have a butt plug for you, dearest. I want you to relax, prepare yourself to take something bigger. We'll do this quite often to help you reach your full potential. I expect it will stay in on its own, but to be double sure it won't slip out at an inconvenient time, I'll put some tape on it as well. The only thing what will hurt will be my pulling the tape back off this afternoon."

Her voice took a commanding tone. "Skirt up and bend over, then. Head down and bum up, a position which will become quite familiar."

Rob did as was asked, pulling his knickers down to his knees. She lubricated first him, then the plug. The butt plug started in easily enough, first but of course it got continually wider. At the very end he groaned at the sensation of being stretched so far, then it popped in. She wiped him down then applied two strips of surgical tape. "I hope this will hold for a couple of hours. After you get used to this size, I have bigger ones."

She pulled his knickers back up his legs, Rob's hands reaching to finish pulling them up. She caressed the base of the plug through silky fabric. "You know, I've done this for myself, this very plug, exactly the same way. I know it's not terribly unpleasant, it can even be a turn-on. Before you know it we'll be able to use a larger strap-on. When I peg you with a larger strap-on, my end is larger too so I can have greater pleasure.

"You may stand now," As soon as he stood Marion turned him to face her and gave him a kiss.

"Dearest, we shall be so happy!" Her hand, still under his skirt, reached around front to give a squeeze to the bulge under his knickers. Rob straightened his skirt and followed Marion into her bedroom, to see the two of them with amused looks on their faces.

Jenny laughed as he took slower steps, a shorter stride than usual. "Ooh, too cute! Wobble your bum."

Rob slowly walked across the bedroom, his arse holding tight.

"You look more like a woman, walking that way." Marion was looking at him with approval. "This trip, you may wear your male clothing, only the plug to remind you. Later, we'll all go out together with you dressed in women's clothes. When we do that, you'll see practically no one notices, everybody will take you for a woman."

Rob frowned. "I don't know if it will happen. I'm certainly not ready now for a step like that. I may never be ready."

"We'll see." Marion's answer was carefree. In that moment, everything she hoped for seemed within reach. "But let's not waste any more time, we have a lot to do today. Roberta, would you be so good as to serve the coffee."

Soon they were dressed, in the car and on their errand. Marion drove the car, she had a shop in mind. Rob, plug in his arse, was relieved she hadn't asked him to drive. They went to Northampton, not too far away. Marion found parking by the market square and led them just a few block away, to a brick, four-floor building on a side street.

The sign over the storefront said "Percival's Theatre Requisites." Once inside, Rob was amazed to see the range of different costumes. The old fashioned, extra fancy ball gowns captured his attention. He gave a lot of attention to a white southern-belle dress. It had satin sleeves and satin top. The accents were all in lavender, a satin waist-band and lace at the collar and the cuffs. The wide skirt consisted of satin with small, triangular insets of the lavender lace decorating the hem. Of course the dress needed petticoats to spread the skirt properly.

He checked the size, it was much too small for his body. He sighed; this particular dress was not made to fit him. Rob moved down the row, unaware of Jenny and Marion watching him more than they were looking at the displays themselves.

Marion gave Jenny a wink. "He just found something very nice, but doesn't realize these dresses can be ordered in any size. I think I shall surprise him with a gift, at the right time."

"He won't ask for you to buy anything. He's in the habit of staying within a budget, I suspect he's bought more from Oxfam than from the clothing stores. He doesn't realize yet how much you intend spending, to dress him properly."

Marion smiled. "Let's find some dresses for him."

They found saloon-girl dresses in many colors. Marion and Jenny choose a black satin dress, with a red lace over-skirt on just the hips and red lace trimming the bodice. The hem was asymmetrical, below the knee in back and just above the knee in front, as Marion wanted.

"I think we've got a costume for our whore." Jenny smiled. In her mind she already had visions of Rob doing his best for them, right after a Pound note was slipped into the top of his stocking.

"He'll want a petticoat for proper effect." Marion led Jenny to the lingerie department. "A nice, full one." They quickly found a knee length black chiffon petticoat with a bold flash of red lace at the hem, a perfect complement to the dress. They stopped to admire a hoop skirt, thinking it might go under the Southern Belle dress. Jenny thought it impractical, but Marion observed impractical could prove entertaining, adding to his submission. They ended up choosing a white chiffon petticoat, long enough it would show below his skirt in front.

As they piled all their selections on the shop's counter, the owner approached them. Marion knew her, she'd shopped here many times before. "Jenny, I'd like you to meet Bridget." She gave Bridget a wink. "And you might have noticed our current hobby browsing over there."

Bridget gave her a conspiratorial smile. She was a tall, good-looking woman, taller even than Rob. She obviously didn't mind her height, she was wearing heels. In a word, she was an intimidating woman. But if you worked up the nerve to meet her eyes, you would see they were blue, with a cheery look to them.

Marion gave Jenny some more background. "By accident, here seeking clothes to use in a role-play as John and I sometimes also did, we had a more intimate conversation than I normally would have with a stranger. I found Bridget is a BDSM mistress, a professional with quite a lot of experienced. It was from Bridget I actually learned what to do, how to do it and why. She really got me started, what I learned from her made all my sessions with John much better. We did sessions with me as her submissive so I'd know what it was like. Later, she came to sessions, just a few, with John, at our house."

"So, tell me about your -- did you say hobby, Marion? Quite comfortable shopping in the dresses, isn't he?"

"My husband, Rob," Jenny explained. "Now sometimes Roberta."

"And my good friend as well." Marion was quick to be the principal in the conversation with Bridget. "He is our not very experienced slave, but also our buddy and soul mate. With John gone, I asked my dear, old friend Jenny and her husband Rob to live with me. I knew Jenny long before you, Bridget. As things developed, I am finding myself in love with Rob." She took Jenny's hand. "Luckily Jenny isn't very jealous because she's my lover as well."

"So the three of you live together now. No doubt you're also loving the games with him, Marion."

"Yes, we are. But as I said, Rob isn't at all experienced, not the way John was. He's dedicated, he gets into the scene as we would wish. He sets out to please us, both when we play and simply living together. I am so fond of him, he is so sweet. I handle him carefully and we appear to be developing in the right direction. I think he has promise to adopt the lifestyle full time, after the right experience and training. Tomorrow we test him for the first time. We're having a little party, we shall require Rob to prove himself to a couple of friends, it will be interesting."

"Well, maybe I can borrow him once or twice, if you would permit." Bridget asked the question of Jenny, after all she was the legal wife.

"It will be his choice on something like that, not mine. As his his wife, I don't mind if you do, but I can't and won't control his entire life. Here he comes, you can ask him yourself."

Rob had found a dress he liked. He laid the dress across the bench and reached for his wallet. Bridget picked up the gown, holding it up to look it over. It was a formal satin dress, in a deep blue, with cap sleeves. The soft material flowed beautifully. The skirt had a long slit over the right leg, up to well above the knee.

Jenny and Marion were both impressed with his choice.

Bridget lay the dress back over the bench. "You have a very good taste. You will look stunning wearing it."

Rob reddened quickly. He turned to Marion and Jenny. "Did you have to tell her it's for me?"

Bridget laughed. "They didn't need to tell, my dear. From the moment I saw you looking at dresses it was clear you knew how to shop for yourself. And so what? This place is quite popular for men buying dresses and lingerie for themselves. As long as you feel good, why should you care about what other people might be thinking?"

"You make it sound very natural."

"It is, but most transvestites dress only at home. Few see evidence of how common it truly is. But I know it's common, because many of them shop here."

"I didn't look at it at that way." Rob shook his head. "I'm one of those who dress only in private, I'd never consider going out dressed."

Marion put her hand on Rob's arm. "Saturday five other women will visit us. So then there will be seven women, all of whom will see nothing wrong, in fact they find it quite nice to have you with us fully clothed in woman's attire and serving us. Every one of us think it's erotic, as no doubt you will see for yourself just how horny it makes us. So, Rob, you already know better."

"Can I ask him, Jenny?" Bridget asked.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Rob, like Marion I am a mistress. In fact, I trained Marion. I'd love to do some sessions with you. Jenny says she won't mind, as long she gets you back safe and sound. As reward we could get you a nice dress or something else you like. Do we have a deal?"

"Umm... Sorry, I must take time to give it thought, but thank you, Ma'am." Rob was surprised at where the conversation had gone. "We haven't even been introduced, Mrs. Percival."

"Sorry, I should have introduced myself. My name is Bridget de Ville, not Percival. The owner who sold this shop to me fifteen years ago said he knew of no Percivals involved in the business when he bought it twenty-some years before. The business has been here for over a century.

"I am a single woman, I never found a reason to marry. Sometimes, if a male friend thinks he wants to be a bit more serious about me, I mention I like to dominate men. Once they they realize it's going to be part of our relationship, well, you can imagine. So, to be honest, I haven't met the right man. A lot of men fantasize they want to live with a mistress, but the reality scares them off. That's why I'd be so pleased for you to do a scene with me, once in a while."

"Bridget, I must ask you for time to give this some thought, after a discussion with these two ladies. My first obligations are with my, uh, my mistresses." He gave a glance to Marion and Jenny. "Marion knows you, later I'll ask her whether I'm suited to play with you and, frankly, whether I'll be safe with you. I'm a beginner, there is a good bit of S&M stuff I'm quite sure I won't like, still more I'm not even aware of yet. I don't even know how to be clear about limits; I feel unprepared to try anyone else. If you don't mind, I must answer your question at a later time."

"You see how sweet he is." Marion gave Bridget a wink.

"I'm getting jealous. Treat him well." Bridget turned to Rob with a smile. "Rob, I'll give you my card and then you can contact me when you - and your mistresses -- make a decision."

There was an awkward silence after Rob took the card. Jenny decided to bring them back to their purpose. "We still want some wigs for Rob. Can you help us find some and give advice?"

"Sure, I have no other customers this morning. I can give you all my attention. Come with me, please." Bridget led them to the stair.

Over her shoulder, Marion gave Rob something else to do. "Rob, we want to surprise you, can you entertain yourself a bit? Go look through the lingerie section?"

Rob didn't hesitate, he loved to buy new lingerie and Bridget's costume shop might have some vintage things.

On the way up the stair, Jenny told Bridget what they wanted and soon they had the three wigs they'd planned, a black straight bob cut wig, a blonde wavy glamour wig and the last one was a long glamour wig in Rob's own brown color.

Rob found a little treasure, a black bullet bra and a matching girdle having 6 suspenders. He was as happy as a child, he knew how difficult it could be to find this older style.

He returned to the counter just after the women reached it. Bridget chuckled. "And again he manages to surprise me. I knew I had something like this, but I'd have not expected you to have a taste for vintage lingerie."

Rob shrugged. "I prefer older styles more than current fashion."

Rob opened his wallet to pay for his selections, but Marion insisted she would pay the entire bill.

"Thank you, Marion, you're very generous."

"You'll enjoy wearing the clothing, to be sure, but we'll enjoy seeing you wear it." She chuckled. "I wonder if you will still want to thank me after you have pleased five women for an entire afternoon, wearing your French maid's uniform."

"Let's go home, we have a lot more to do today," Jenny said. "Marion, I'll drop you and Rob off, then I have some more shopping. I was thinking of something sweet to be served with the coffee after the mid-day meal and a light dinner if our party runs long, perhaps salad and a clear soup, then ice-cream."

Chapter 10

Rob thought Jenny's driving too fast on the way back home showed how eagerly she anticipated the party. At Marion's doorstep they unloaded the car and Jenny drove off again.

Marion and Rob brought the new clothes upstairs. First he took a shower, while showering he took off the tape and removed the butt plug.

As he dried himself Marion walked in, not even knocking, to give him directions. "Tomorrow evening, after dinner you're to wait in the examining room as we take our places in the dungeon. I'll call for you, when we're ready. We shall do just that now; go to the examining room. No reason to dress. I'll be with you in a moment."

Rather than dressing only to undress, Rob slipped into a floral dressing gown to go down to the examining room, carrying his male clothes.

About ten minutes later Marion opened the door. "Come with me!"

Rob was discouraged when he saw her outfit: PVC boots that rose above the knee, a PVC bustier supported but did not cover her breasts, giving him a good look at her nipples, already erect and darkening. She also wore long PVC gloves, a choker. The black, military-style hat, Rob thought, was just corny.

"I thought you loved me." Feeling a bit intimidated, Rob joked to lighten his mood as she led him down the stair.

"You do not speak to your mistress without permission." Marion, very much the mistress, was snapping orders.

In the basement Rob stayed silent as he helped Marion carry a table to stand beside the bench where most of the demonstration would take place. They laid on the table all kinds of paddles, floggers and whips.

"Now, we shall try some things out for tomorrow, Roberta. We don't want you to leave us again, no doubt angry about something small and stupid."

"What do you mean?" It bothered Rob to think she would categorizing his first experience as either small or stupid. He couldn't tell if she was worried about pushing him too far or criticizing him for what happened in his previous visit.

"To be blunt, I'm going to hit you this afternoon with the instruments I'll use on you tomorrow in the demonstration, each one of them. This afternoon you'll know everything about Saturday's demonstration, no unpleasant surprises tomorrow." Marion set a cane on the table. "The hardest thing to endure will be the cane. It will be the last item in the demonstration, proper procedure is to have a thorough warm-up before a caning.

"I won't tell you how many strokes you will receive, you must learn to trust my judgment. I won't go full-out, but I do intend you to make some noise, even today.

"You may not use a safe word today. This will all be easy to take. If for some reason you become sick or something, you just say so. As I've said, part of what you must learn is to freely share what you are experiencing. That's part of your place."

She looked over the table for a moment. "Let's start. Down with you, put your weight on your chest to the bench, bum high in the air on straight legs. I think we won't use cuffs today, but tomorrow you shall be bound. It adds to the impression."

She warmed him up with twelve strokes using a Ping-Pong bat. Several floggers and a paddle followed, a few strokes each, sometimes four, sometimes ten. Rob wasn't counting carefully. He could tell she was done with each implement when she asked how it felt.

She used a wide rug-beater of bent bamboo. It didn't hurt much, she hit him many times. "That was is more for entertainment, but I could use this one." She showed him a set of leather flaps on a wood handle. "Not too noticeable, at first, but if I do it enough, it will hurt.

"Whips, then." Some were thin, some thick, she hit him with just a few strokes each.

"Good slave, you are bearing up well." Marion paused for a moment. "With enough force, you could not bear a single stroke, but now all you have is a red bum. Nothing serious."

A thin cane appeared before his face, but he didn't know how to respond. "It is customary to kiss the cane." Her voice was impatient. Rob remembered being told this the previous week as he did as he was told.

"Now, there is no other way to this. The cane will hurt." He was surprised by the force with which she hit him. Rob jumped, but said nothing. Marion could see he really was in pain, she waited before hitting him again. After a shorter interval, she struck him a third time. The fourth followed very quickly. It seemed worse to him when each new strike couldn't be anticipated, it might have been part of her technique.

"Good slave, you may stand." It struck him as odd when she added, "give me a kiss."

Arms around him, she whispered in his ear. "You did well, my darling. I'm so pleased you do this for me."

For an instant, she wasn't his mistress, she was his lover. The instant ended; she released him and stepped back. "Next, the wheel." She pointed to the table attached to the wall. The table could rotate to put the victim in any orientation.

Her voice was crisp, giving only short commands. "Feet here." Rob stepped onto a narrow block attached to the wheel, facing out at Marion's direction. His legs were spread an uncomfortable distance. A wide belt went around his waist and through slots in the wheel, fastened behind the wheel. "Your hands up here." Marion tied his hands, spread wide above his head, using leather cuffs. Similar cuffs went on his ankles. Straps went around his arms, just above the elbow, then his legs, just above the knee.

"I doubt you've experienced this before. Try to move." She gave him a cruel smile.

Rob gave an experimental wiggle and confirmed with a nod he was completely immobilized.

From the cabinet beside the wheel she took out a few items. "You bought this yourself; your cute little parachute." She snapped it around his balls. "Now a weight." He heard a snap then felt the tugging. For an instant he was uncertain. She saw it in his eyes. "I'm sure you can bear this."

She clamped two Japanese clover clamps on his chest, each below a nipple. "Now something else new and a bit more painful," Marion held a pair of locking forceps up so he could see them. Before his eyes she flexed them open and closed like scissors, demonstrating the locking feature by attaching them to her smallest finger.

She clamped it on the soft flesh inside his thigh. Rob gasped, then moaned softly. "Yes, I told you, this is the real thing."

"Oh, get it off, please."

"Not yet, I'll do some more on you, here and here, spread the pain out, let me show you." She attached a forceps inside his other thigh, then another under each arm. She seemed to know where to find soft flesh where the forceps would clamp a full bite.

The inevitable happened: Rob got hard. Marion grabbed his member and put her mouth over it and started to suck him, until he almost came. Then she stopped suddenly, grabbed some ice she'd brought for the purpose and iced his swelling. Soon he was completely soft.

"Pain and pleasure, the real S&M." She sounded like she was giving a lecture.

"Untie me, I've had quite enough."

"Untie me please, Mistress." Marion's angry snarl of correction was the last unpleasant surprise of the session. She removed the clamps first. It took little time for her to release him from the wheel, unhappy she hadn't given him least a quarter-turn.

Without a word Rob went up the stair. In the examination room he quickly dressed himself in his normal male attire.

Marion appeared in the doorway. "I thought we agreed you would wear female clothing all weekend."

"I'm thinking ahead." Rob reached for his shoes. "First, I must serve ladies with my mouth tomorrow afternoon. Then I have to make sure you all have dinner. This morning I heard Jenny speak of serving two meals, not just one. No doubt a few more serving details will arise as the party takes place. After dinner I am to be be beaten, then you will put clamps and such on me. Finally, you said I'd be utterly humiliated."

"Yes dear, but all these things you will do, willingly, out of love for me and Jenny, because it pleases us. And because your are patient for your reward."

He turned swiftly, meeting her eyes with a challenging look. "And what form will the humiliation take?"

"That is the surprise."

Saying nothing, he held her eyes for longer than she thought proper for a submissive. "You must reconsider your plans. I've warned you, and you have seen, surprises don't go well. I have been thinking about this humiliation. There are few options. Cuckolding, no, you said it would be all women. Should it happen Jenny knows we'll be signing divorce papers. I thought about face slapping, we agreed early on it would not happen. Spit, not really discussed, but to me same as face slapping: no. The next most likely is, I think, your plan: I think you'll pee on me. Every one of the ladies, you are certainly that ambitious."

Marion was silent for a few seconds before responding. She sounded a bit disappointed. "Yes, that was the surprise. I asked all the women who would be willing to participate. Each of them said they would join in, except the two guests whom I haven't named." She sighed. "But it would be only me peeing in your face and mouth, the others would pee further down your body. There will be competition for who will be permitted to pee on your dick, that's considered special...."

The look on Rob's face made her stop talking. He was having a difficult time keeping his anger in check. "It isn't going to happen, none of it. What has this to do with love? You tell me to tolerate it, I should think you're doing it all out of love for me. Then you tell me to tolerate it out of love for you two. I see it quite differently. I see a man at the end of a long day of hard work and humiliating tasks, then whipped and stuff, finally being rewarded getting a golden shower. Where is the love in that?"

The front door opened and Jenny came in, cheerful, carrying groceries. "Hi, how's it going?"

"We have a situation here." Marion sounded sour. "Rob refuses to cooperate with what was to be our surprise, he's guessed it."

"I suggested it's not a good idea to bring in other people while trying that."

"Yes, but I had no idea how angry.... Rob seems quite determined to disobey."

Rob interrupted. "Marion, this is not disobedience; I'm furious. I'm thinking I should drop this entirely. I recall being told this would be light. 'Games,' you said. I can't recall ever having a serious discussion of limits, but you seem to think it's okay to surprise me with something not light at all. Now you know why I had male clothing ready to put on. Marion, you're moving too quickly, we've had two, just two sessions. The first ended badly and you are clearly moving toward the same ending for our third session tomorrow." He grabbed his jacket and strode past Jenny, leaving the door open. "I need some air."

Jenny watched him leave then turned. "Marion, I told you, you can take him in a direction, but you can't force him to do anything. Everything he does must be of his own free will."

Marion was disappointed. "He is not as easy-going as I thought at the start. I want to go talk with him, but I'm still wearing this outfit."

"Put on my coat, there's no one to see you." Marion took Jenny's coat and pulled it over her shoulders as she went out the door.

She didn't see him at first, then she saw him going toward the wooded area behind the house. "Rob! Wait!" She was happy to see him stop at the edge of the graveled car park for her to catch up.

"Look what you make me do, walking outside dressed like this. I thought you might run off."

"You have it well arranged, haven't you? I can't go very far without the car keys Jenny is holding."

His brusque response made her hesitate for an instant, but she pressed on. "Can't you please come back inside, where we can talk this over?"

"I think it's better for me out here, I need to cool off, both my body and my anger." He leaned against a tree and folded his arms. "You have no right to treat me like that. Were you really thinking you can just make me do everything you say? That I'll just allow everything you choose to do, when you don't even know me well? You must think I'm a helpless little man you can push around."

"Rob, I do not think of you as a helpless, quite the contrary. You led me to believe you liked to play. Jenny and I thought some other ladies present, very lovely ladies, could make it more exciting. And before you get any other ideas, those ladies don't think you helpless either. They will respect you very much for what you choose to endure out of love for your mistress." She paused to make sure he heard this point. "I've said to you repeatedly I love you, I hope you don't think I say it lightly. I'm quite serious, if you weren't married to Jenny I would have proposed to you by now. You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about just laying in your arms. Dominate you, give you some mild pain, yes, but afterwards make love until we've no more strength in our bodies. I think I loved you before you arrived for our first weekend."

She stepped closer, put her hand on his elbow. "When the guests are here, we even can have our little orgy, with you in the middle. Each of our guests are coming the party in the hopes of getting laid, one way or another. Any man would dream about an opportunity like that."

Rob moved his arm enough for her hand to fall away. "Your record is to promise mild, then do something harsh."

"Rob, really, believe me. I never wanted to pee in your face and mouth to humiliate you. Such personal and intimate experience is a token of my love for you. You drink my nectar, as they say, to show your love for me. I want you and I to share a sweet and loving gift. I love Jenny, so much, but differently." A tear ran down her cheek. "I simply cannot imagine a life without you. I don't know how to make you see how much I care for you."

"If it was only you, we might talk. Jenny did it for me once, I did find it to be intimate and erotic, but Jenny found she didn't like the idea. She didn't want to kiss me for a week afterward. We did it just the one time. Here's the difference: with other women there, you've lost the claim of an intimate and loving moment. Women I don't even know, that makes it quite different. Perhaps it could be a show of love between two people. But with so many more, perfect strangers, it's just a show for their entertainment. No, it's just abuse, plain and simple.

"So, no, absolutely not. You might get my consent when it's just the two of us, in time. In a larger group, the answer will always be never."

"But how else can we end the demonstration at a very special way?"

Rob drew a breath and held it for an instant before speaking. "I'm going to hate myself for saying this. I did think of alternatives to offer you. This is just an idea and you must all promise to be careful. What about a gang-bang, pegging me with dildos?"

Marion's face brightened considerably. "What an excellent idea! Yes, that would be fun. We only need strap-ons."

Rob took a step toward her. "Small ones! I have to be able to walk the next day. Now listen: should I tell you to stop, you must stop immediately. Don't let those women get carried away; I don't want to end up in hospital." He gave her a stern look. "You're the hostess, you claim to be the mistress with experience. Marion, I will hold you responsible."

She was busy thinking, planning. "Yes, just what we'll do." It seemed to Rob she had not heard him. She put her arm through his and turned to walk to the house. "I must make some phone calls, figure out where I can buy five strap-ons." She turned to him. "Promise I shall be the first to take you."

"I doubt I'll have much influence over who goes first. Marion, you are responsible...."

"The other women will peg you, and I'll suck your lovely cock." She still wasn't hearing him.

Just as they reached the house, Jenny opened the door and peeked out. "I see you've made up!"

"Yes." In a rush, Marion told her about the pegging gang bang idea.

Jenny laughed. "Well, Rob, finally you'll get your fantasy. I wonder how the reality will be."

Marion scurried down the hall to her study, calling back to them as she disappeared. "I have phone calls to make, I hope I can get the stuff tomorrow morning. Rob, now you must change back into lingerie, a dress. Put on something you like, we can have a nice evening with the three of us, then I want to fuck your brains out."

"Me, too. I think we might not have the chance tomorrow, Marion, knowing who is coming." Jenny gave Rob a wink.

Her words made Rob a bit curious. "Oh? You have guests who want me, specifically?"

Jenny looked mysterious. "You'll find out when the guests arrive."

Chapter 11

Rob decided to wear his French maid's outfit for dinner and later change as Marion and Jenny wished. Marion and Jenny deserved a treat after the drama of the afternoon. He decided to make something with pasta and a sauce, simple to make but enjoyable.

First he opened a bottle of red wine, filled three glasses and delivered two to Jenny and Marion.

Jenny gave Marion a nudge. "Oh, look, wearing his new uniform!" Rob made a turn, his petticoats lifting to show more of his stockings.

He felt Marion's hand on his leg pulling him closer. "Hmm, sexy." One hand ran around his stocking-top, the other gave him a sharp slap on his bum, gently caress, then gave his bum a firm squeeze. "You are such a pretty little thing! I can't wait to fuck you Rob."

Jenny stood, gesturing to her jeans and cardigan over a tee. "I suppose I must go change into something more appropriate for ladies' night. Have we a theme for tonight?"

"There will likely be a prostitute here tonight, you might like to test her services." Rob managed to keep a straight face.

"I have just the thing to go with that." Jenny headed upstairs.

Marion pulled his knickers down to his knees. "Sit here beside me for a moment."

Practically before he was seated, she was kissing him hungrily. Her hand went to his knee then searched upward along his leg, slipping under his skirt and petticoats, until she had his dick in her hand. At first it was gentle caresses, then she gave him squeezes, enjoying feeling him grow more firm between her fingers. Without releasing her grip, she slipped down to her knees on the floor. With her free hand she lifted his skirts enough to duck her head under. His eyes closed as her mouth closed over him then his head tilted back. She seem ravenous for him, sucking hard, bobbing her head up and down, stroking with her fingers. She stopped just as suddenly, giving him a smile as she returned to her seat.

"We must have you horny as hell this evening." Her finger traveled sensuously upward inside his thigh. With a smile, Rob reached over and did the same for her. She had no stockings on her legs, his fingers traced up under her skirt along warm, soft skin. She wore no knickers and she was already wet. Gently, he slipped a finger into her, pushing slowly as far inside her as he could reach, then slowly out again. He turned his hand slightly and caressed her clit.

Marion spread her knees slightly, shifting her hips further out to give him better access. "That feels so good." Her hand gripped his forearm, urging him to go on, but Rob did for her the same tease she had just done, taking his finger away just when it was feeling good for her. Lifting his wet finger in his mouth and closing his lips, he sucked as he pulled it back out. "Mmm, you taste delicious."

He stood, pulled his knickers back up and went to the kitchen.

When Rob came back to the dining area with plates, there was no one in the lounge. He set the table and struck a maid's pose beside the kitchen door, waiting for them to arrive.

Jenny came down the stair wearing quite a masculine outfit, a black suit with a black shirt and a white necktie. Her black shoes had only a slight heel. "I have a surprise for you this evening," she said with a grin. "Marion isn't the only one here with a strap-on. But I require your dick as well, Rob, after we take you with ours. I want to start right after dinner, giving you more time to recover and get hard again for us. We'll just go slow and easy. Well, I don't know if we can, sitting here in our sexy clothes making each other mad with lust. Seriously, I'm wet already, you should check my soaked panties."

Marion joined them, wearing a vintage dress falling to her knee, black with white dots. Beneath the skirt she wore a black petticoat with ruffles. She was wearing black heels and, of course, black stockings with seams.

Jenny and Marion sat beside each other on the couch. Before taking a seat, Rob cast an appraising glance around the room. "The party will require more chairs."

"We'll bring in the couch from the hall, that will give us enough seating for all of us." Marion was not concerned. "But that's for tomorrow, which comes after tonight. Tonight, right here in this room, Roberta, I want you to make me come with your mouth and lips and tongue, even your fingers. Think of it as your rehearsal for the party. Then we'll go upstairs for the real fucking. The women must sit relaxed as you honor them, I think you can best serve them with your tongue with you there on your knees. I thought at first a guest could sit on this table, legs alongside you in a chair, but I've decided it's a bit cheap, I won't suggest it. I want some elegance as you go about your task. The ladies you're to serve deserve elegance."

"Are you hungry, my ladies? I have everything ready. I've made spaghetti Bolognese, with some grated cheese over the sauce." Rob seated Jenny and Marion at the table, who sipped their wine as he served and joined them.

After Rob cleared way the dishes, he took the chair beside Marion and spoke to her quietly. "Marion, I've given it a little thought. When I exchange my French maid uniform for the hooker costume, you may pee on me if you wish, in the shower."

"Oh, would I like to do that, yes! You too, Jenny, you must pee on him as well. We Mistresses have the right. Only we, at least for now. He will soon desire this gift of love, beg us for it." She motioned behind Rob. "Jenny has a little something for you as well."

Having shed her trousers, Jenny had just slipped one end of a double strap-on into herself and began snugging the straps, the other end standing proud in front of her. She still had on her black shirt, fully unbuttoned, showing she wore no bra. "You should recognize this one, Rob, it's the one we use at home." She pointed. "On your knees and get started with Marion!"

On his knees, he gently ran his hands up Marion's legs. Slipping his head under her petticoats, he let her skits fall again and kissed his way up her leg. When his mouth reached her sweet slit he gave her soft kisses from top to bottom, then licked from bottom to top with his tongue held wide. The tip of his tongue gently flicked her clitoris. He ran a hand up along her inner thigh and dipped in. Soon his licking included sucking on her lips, his finger moving up to rub her clit. She was already wet when he first reached under her petticoat, but now her juices were flowing so freely he felt he could drink from her font as he slurped and sucked.

He had gone down on only a handful of women. They all tasted a little different but all tasted wonderful. Marion was no exception.

He felt his petticoats lifted. Jenny's finger, cool with lube, sipped into his arse. Soon her fingers were replaced by the cold, broad head of the dildo. She pushed slowly, but it went in easily. After a few slow, deep pushes, she started to seriously fuck him.

Marion's arms were relaxed at her sides. She had her fingertips on his head, not to guide him, just to enjoy knowing more tangibly he was under her skirt, worshiping her with his mouth. Jenny, hands gripping Rob's pelvis, was also getting hotter. With one end of the dildo fucking Rob's arse, the other side of the dildo was caressing her pussy and stimulating her clit. The sensation was as if she, too, was getting fucked.

Rob was licking as deep as he could reach his tongue into Marion. His finger stimulated her clit. He slid further down, chin against the cushions, forced his chin forward so he could lick her arse, something he'd done for Jenny only once or twice. Marion gave a cry of pleasure. Based on her reaction Rob was pretty sure Marion would want more rimming in the future. It was not at all unpleasant for Rob, but it was painful to spend much time in the position.

He returned to licking her clit, fingers penetrating her only slightly, brushing gently just inside her lips. When she came, Marion's body shivered and she pushed her cunt in his face. He responded by continuing his licking. He had enough experience to know most women like a little more stimulation after an orgasm, if he's gentle enough.

"Oh dearest, you make me feel so good." Marion began to catch her breath. She tried to steer his head to just the right spot, but her hand only slid the layers of skirt and petticoat across his head. Rob was still licking, finally slowing and spending less time on her clitoris.

Jenny was also breathing heavily and with a final thrust into Rob she also came. Grunting and panting. she pushed forward again, holding the dildo deep into him, her hips moving just a bit to keep up the stimulation on her clit. Gradually her hips slowed and her noises grew quieter. She pulled the dildo out of Rob's arse and unhooked the belt which had held the dildo in place. With a plop the dildo slipped out of her, wet with her juices. Rob immediately turned to Jenny and licked her clean, also sucking her clit a bit.

They sat for a few minutes in silence, resting and enjoying the afterglow of their efforts.

"Are you ready for water sports, Rob? Are you still horny?" Marion asked.

"It doesn't matter, do as you like."

They went upstairs and stripped in Marion's bedroom, their clothes strewn everywhere. Marion led the way into her big bathroom. She started the shower and the three of them stepped into the spray.

After a moment of enjoying the spray and two lithe, wet bodies beside his, Rob slipped down to sit between Jenny and Marion, his back against the wall with the water flowing down over his head.

"You still want my golden nectar Rob, my precious gift?" Marion looked very eager. "You know, for me this is the ultimate proof of your devotion to me."

"Sure, go ahead." It was clear to Rob this was far more important to Marion than to himself. Marion edged forward to stand more over Rob's head then let her urine flow. It splashed over Rob's head and ran down his face. The aroma of her urine wasn't as unpleasant as he had expected. Briefly, he opened his mouth and let a bit flow over his tongue. It was salty, a bit bitter. He used the water flowing over his head to conceal his actions when he spat it back out.

When Marion finished she and dropped to her knees. Grabbing Rob's head, she pulling his face between her breasts. "I love you." Her voice was a low whisper. "You sweet, devoted boy, you opened your mouth, you swallowed some of it. Soon you will beg to drink every bit you can get, straight from the fountain."

"Leave something of him for me." Apparently Jenny had heard Marin's low voice. "I can see how glad you are to have a man in your house again."

Seeing Rob was getting hard again, Jenny eased Marion out of her way. She'd found the sight of her friend peeing on Rob more exciting than when they'd tried it, just the two of them at home. "I'm going to make use of that again." Straddling over him, she guided Rob's dick into her wet cunt. She slowly sat down over his lap, then drew her legs up next to his chest.

Rob tried to move his hips, contribute to the action, but wasn't all that successful, pinned under Jenny's weight.

"I do the fucking!" Jenny lifted her hips very slowly until his dick almost came out, then slowly settled back down on him again.

Jenny was taking it slow, in contrast to his sense of urgency. Rob was the one who hadn't yet had an orgasm, he thought he might explode after all the stimulation from the dildo in his arse while licking Marion's cunt. Mad with lust, he lifted Jenny enough to roll over her. Linking his elbows under her knees, he penetrated her and began banging into her.

He was going fast, getting rough, but Jenny liked it, she was in a similar mood. "Go on, give it to me Rob, hard, hard!" She dug her nails into Rob's back. Rob suddenly felt Jenny's cunt tighten; she cried out as she came again, thrusting her hips to meet his as he kept thrusting during her orgasm.

Soon after Rob started to ejaculate, breathing heavily and groaning. He came and he came and he came, he thought it would never end. Slowly he withdrew from Jenny's cunt, who still was breathing heavily. When he was out, he looked down to see his cream flowing back out of Jenny's cunt.

"Oh, I like that." Marion knelt beside Jenny with a smile. "We really are perverts, but I love it." She bent down to begin licking Jenny's cunt.

The soft stimulation of Marion's mouth was just what Jenny needed after Rob's rough screwing. "Mmm, so do I."

Marion turned to Rob. "You should try this, it's wonderful."

Rob said nothing. He leaned back against the wall and relaxed, eyes closed, under the splashing water.

Jenny and Marion reached for towels and left the shower. "You stay here Rob, just take your time and relax. We know men need a bit of time to recover. Make us some nice, new sperm." Marion linked arms with Jenny. The two of them broke into giggles as they left the bath.

A moment later Marion was turning off the shower, asking him to join them. "Just put on anything you feel relaxed in. we'll make love again later, in our bedroom. Before that we can just talk and drink, as lovers do."

Rob stood and began drying himself with one of the luxurious towels.

"Let me help you, darling." Marion took another towel from the shelf and began drying his back. Rob admired her image in the mirror. She'd dressed again, this time the dress was green, conservative length but snug fitting, with a hint of her pointed bra evident. Combined with her red hair, she was a real picture.

"You look beautiful Marion, you have such friendly and warm eyes, so deep I might drown in them." Rob kissed her, their arms slipping into a lovers' embrace.

Marion felt him getting hard against her leg. "Oh dear, I feel something growing. In a bit, we'll use it again."

"Marion, I like the way you are treating me, but we must not forget Jenny. She needs attention as well. I must be very careful, I can't let either of you feel neglected. I know men can have more than one girlfriend, but women are more possessive, wanting just one man of their own."

Marion seemed unconcerned. "I'm going back to Jenny. Wear whatever you like, wear nothing, we'd like that, but I expect it will get chilly in the lounge." With a laugh she left.

Rob went to his room, took out his short black leather skirt and a see-through blouse from his suitcase and laid them on the bed.

He decided to wear the bullet bra he just got at Percival's. He had a pair of French knickers suiting the bra, made from a very silky material and with a lovely lace vee at the leg seams. He also decided to wear a wide red belt with the skirt and matching, red heels.

Chapter 12

When he made his entrance into the lounge the two women were quite taken with how he looked.

Marion gave him a grin. "You should have worn a wig, but then you would need some make-up as well. Really, dear Roberta, you could go out with us anytime and nobody will notice you are male, not unless they look too closely. But you will get a lot of attention with those legs." Rob knew he had nice legs, but he had no interest in trying his luck in public.

This time Jenny and Marion were each sitting in the easy chairs, giving Rob the couch to himself. He wasn't quite lady-like, the women had a good look up his skirt. "Look, you can see his dick, it's at half strength again."

"It must be his silky knickers, look how nice they are, soft and slippery."

Rob ignored them. He stood and changed the subject. "What do we have to drink?"

"I think I'll give you only water, I want you to be as hard as possible." Jenny was mock-serious.

"Let him have a half glass of wine." Marion was feeling generous, but a bit practical as well. "When he's had a little alcohol, it seems he dares say and do more things. I didn't tell you Jenny, but he even licked my bum."

"Now I'm getting really jealous, he's almost never done that for me, he really must be fond of you." Jenny's smiling face turned from Marion to Rob. "But you must share Marion with me. I can do some tricks with her men never will think of, because I'm a woman, in a few ways you are no match for me at meeting her needs."

Rob winked. "Show me, without using a strap-on or something. I'd like to learn a bit from you."

Jenny took a sip of wine, stepped to Marion, kissed her on the lips and let the wine flow into her mouth.

She then started to undress Marion; Marion the same to her. In no time they were both wearing just bra and suspenders with stockings. Jenny's bra had open cups.

Both women laid themselves down on the carpet, before the fireplace, caressing and kissing and touching. Then Jenny turned and moved downward. With just her tongue she spread Marion's nether lips and started eating her out.

With her fingers she sought Marion's nipples, pinching them. Marion moaned and wiggled.

Rob enjoyed this private sex show.

Jenny got up from her position and turned Marion to lie on her side. Jenny lay down beside her with her head next to Marion's toes, slipped her leg through Marion's. The two women moved until they were pressed together, crotch to crotch. They each moved their hips, rubbing and search for just the right stimulation. After a few minutes, Marion climaxed.

Since Jenny hadn't come yet, Marion turned and started eating Jenny out. Rob decided to help. He started to kiss Jenny's nipples then sucked them. This was just what was needed to take Jenny over the edge. With a loud cry she climaxed, a hand behind Rob's neck, clutching him to her breast. She continued trembling as Rob and Marion kept on sucking and mouthing and slurping and very soon Jenny was coming again.

She was exhausted, her sweaty body was shivering and trembling and she made some spastic moves with her legs. "Oh, God, you have no idea how good that felt! Ah, I loved it. If this is the sex we'll have in future..."

Marion interrupted. "Better."

"It's so good. I want more and more. One day I'll be nothing but your sex slave." Jenny was breathless and lost in the afterglow.

After a few minutes before the fire, they returned to their seats. It was such a sight for Rob to enjoy, two sexy women before him wearing only stockings and suspenders, giving each other caresses and quick kisses. His dick was soon rock hard in his knickers.

Marion pointed at the bump in Rob's skirt. "I see little Roberta is excited again."

Rob stood, took off his skirt, blouse, bra and knickers. He returned to his seat, his erection pointing to the ceiling from between the suspenders. "Now I fit in better.

"Seeing you making love to each other is exciting, not to mention the way you both are dressed now. Let's go to bed, make love and then go to sleep dressed as we are now. I want to feel both your legs rubbing against mine, all of us in stockings."

"What a fine idea. We'll take our glasses with us, we'll make love, we'll cuddle and then to sleep." Marion gave Rob one of her sinister smiles. "You'll require all your strength tomorrow."

At the foot of the stair Marion stopped. She pinned his eyes with hers. "Rob, you must understand what you saw Jenny and I doing we would never let a man see. This is why you you have no choice but to be a woman as well."

In her bedroom, Marion directed Rob to lay in the middle of the bed. Marion mounted his erection and Jenny straddled his face.

Marion took her time, fucking herself on his rod slowly and thoroughly. It took less time than Rob had expected to feel her muscles tense up as Marion started to come. She didn't change her speed, she kept up the slow pace and kept right on going after finishing her orgasm. Rob doubled his efforts to lick Jenny's cunt, licking her clit and slurping at her lips until she, too came.

She slipped off his face and lay down beside them, immediately kissing Rob, her tongue teasing his. With more freedom to move, Rob thrust his hips upwards to push deep into Marion. He was trying to hold back, wanting to get Marion to a second orgasm, but it seemed he would not make it work. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he warned her. "I'm going to let go."

"Yes, dear, do come." Marion's answer was languorous and unconcerned. She settled her hips down firmly against his.

Rob resisted as he felt the tension rise almost painfully, right up until he simply couldn't hold back, then his hot semen flowed into Marion. He pushed his hips up to her until he couldn't push up any longer. His hand on her hip pushed her down to keep him in her. Finally, he relaxed his arched back, pulling her hips down with him. Slowly, he guided her down to put her cheek on his chest, caressing her hair.

With his other arm he pulled Jenny to him. He kissed Jenny, then Marion, alternating between them a few times. "This feels so good and warm and relaxed. It's a pity you both can also be so cruel."

"No, not cruel at all. Demanding, perhaps, but still loving." Marion's finger traced along his arm. "Always loving. A bit of pain from your lovers, turning us on, but after, sex and passion like this are your reward. You like it, you can't deny it; otherwise you wouldn't cooperate for one minute. I know you Rob, you like all of it. You can say you don't, but your body betrays you. I see your dick rising and I can see in your eyes you want to please us. Yes, I see fear in your eyes at times, but then I see your commitment to us overcome your fear and you give yourself up to our care."

She looked deep in his eyes, her hand moving down to squeeze his dick. "Get hard for me again so I can spend the entire night with your dick buried inside me." Smiling, she gave him another kiss.

Jenny leaned forward and kissed Marion. Rob had a close-up look of two women French kissing, their jaws moving and their tongues busy. Jenny sighed as she relaxed back to the bed. "I want this go on forever."

"Mmm," Marion put her leg over Rob's. "I could sit on your face, make you clean me now."

Rob didn't think he'd mind that, but didn't want to encourage her. "Too much work." He tried to sound indifferent. "You don't want to go to such an effort now, nor do I."

He imagined Marion's grin told him he couldn't defer for long, but she settled down beside him instead.

They lay together, Rob between the two ladies, all three of them just clad in stockings and suspenders. He sat up, pulled the sheets and blankets over them and lay himself down again. They soon were asleep.