PainLove - Bk. 02 - Ch. 01-04

Houses of Pain and Love

Four novels about being a submissive man to dominant women

Book Two: Cathy's House

by Doberinca

and

Henry Daniels

Chapter 1

When Rob woke in the morning, Helena was in a chair at his bedside. "Good morning, sleepy head. I hope you slept well. The pills Kim gave you really knocked you out, it's nearly ten."

Rob sat up, trying to put his feet on the floor. He felt lightheaded, he would have fallen had Helena not reached over to steady him. "Kim told me this could happen. You must eat and drink something, then you'll feel better."

She helped him drink a large glass of water then guided him back down onto his pillows. "I'll get something for you, just sit and relax."

Almost as soon as Helena was gone, Marion came in, also looking worried. She sat on his bedside and took his hand. "How do you feel?"

"My head is in a fog."

"You had a heavy dose of sleeping pills. You gave us a good scare us last night. I'd never seen something like it, but Kim recognized your state. She went home last night."

Helena came back into the room, carrying a tray with eggs for Rob, toast and coffee for all. "All we wanted when Kim shouted was you to follow us. It worked, all too well. Anyway, she was very upset, saying she hadn't wanted this to happen.

"She's proven she's a good doctor. She took complete charge and set everything right. She didn't get upset until after you were safely in bed. I've been underestimating her."

Marion took up the story. "Once we had you settled, Rob, we discussed what really happened. It seemed to us, you had all kinds of thoughts of what we might be doing to Kim, you were upset. It might have been anger, maybe fear, it makes no difference. When you saw nothing was going on, whatever emotion you were feeling left, the pendulum swung from high to low and you fainted."

Helena took her turn. "Rob, we all three came to one conclusion last night. You have to work this out with a neutral person. Marion and I thought of the same person, although we know her for different reasons. I called her this morning and arranged an appointment." She glanced at her watch. "It's an hour from now. So finish your breakfast, you should be feeling a bit better now. We must leave in about twenty minutes."

The women talked to each other while Rob was in the shower.

"What did she say, Helena, when you mentioned my name?"

"She asked in which capacity her help was required. I said I wasn't sure, maybe both. Then she said to bring clothing for him, she thought staying with her for a few days might be useful. I packed for him whilst he was still asleep, it's already in the car. But I won't say anything to Rob unless Cathy suggests he should stay."

Marion nodded. "Good. Call me, please, when you know how it will go. I'll call Kim, give her an update, as soon as you and Rob are in the car."

It was twenty or thirty minutes' driving on country roads. Rob wasn't at all sure where they were when they arrived at an ordinary looking family house in the ordinary looking town of Winslow. The house stood at the edge of a small park where children were playing, with more houses off to the right.

A discrete sign beside the front door read "C. Mahan, Psychiatry." Helena rang at the front door and a handsome woman of around 35 or 40 years opened the door. She greeted Helena and Rob quite professionally. "Hello, come in, I'm Doctor Catherine Mahan, but please call me Cathy."

The Doctor was a slender woman, with long legs and a good figure. She wore a plain blouse and a wool skirt with flat shoes. Rob observed nothing covered her legs. She wore her blonde hair simply, falling straight to her shoulders, pulled back behind her ears. The lines around her mouth suggested to Rob she smiled freely.

Helena and Rob followed her into the house. It was a typical private doctor's waiting room, certificates and a photo of the doctor at her University graduation on the wall. Cathy took them to her practice room, it looked like a normal living room; except for a long bench next to her desk. Instead of sitting at her desk Cathy invited them to sit in a grouping of comfortable chairs. The only evidence this wasn't a social call was the notebook she picked up from her desk after she had shown them where to sit.

Helena described the events of the previous night, Cathy taking notes. Cathy asked Rob what he felt, what had him upset. She asked if he thought it was anger or fear; Rob wasn't sure. Finally she asked both of them questions about their relationship. Rob didn't mention his cross dressing, he didn't think it relevant. The fainting had no connection to his interests, more with the anger he felt regularly. It didn't seem as much time, but they talked for an hour.

"Helena, next I must speak with Rob privately." When Helena began to rise from her seat, Cathy stopped her. "No, you'll stay here, please, we'll come back to you in a bit. Rob and I will step outside for a short walk. It will be relaxing, the air will help keep our emotions cool. Please find a book or magazine from the waiting room and we'll return in about half an hour."

They walked a short distance through the warm, May afternoon before Cathy opened the conversation by asking Rob what he had heard about her. "Nothing, really. Both Helena and Marion know you, each, they said, for different reasons. Marion told me she's had counseling, perhaps she knows you from that. And Helena." He shrugged. "Helena knows many people, for many reasons."

"I'm sure she does," Cathy answered dryly. "Rob, while I'm a psychiatrist, Marion is not a patient. I'm also familiar with the scene, if you know what I mean."

Rob was not clear on what she was talking about.

"Okay, I'll return to that later. First, my analysis of your problem; you had a marriage of almost twenty years. On a bad weekend it all came out, the way your wife treated you, your behavior based on what you sensed what might happen. You met Helena, you didn't know her at all, but what she said fit your own intuition. Together with the pain, humiliation and the sorrow Marion brought to you, perhaps it was enough to traumatize you.

"Now, Rob, this is important: it was Jenny who betrayed your marriage, not Marion. Marion told you this, she was upset about losing your love, she'd had to tip-toe around you all weekend trying to make it work as planned, but in vain. It's true she didn't handle it well at the end. Later your friends tried to help you. In some ways they achieved their goal, but Helena said it correctly: you still have ghosts to deal with."

Rob just looked at her, saying nothing so Cathy continued. "I have a proposition for you. But first we must see if you can trust me. You don't know me, I don't know you. Can you agree that's a good reason you have nothing to fear from me?"

Rob almost agreed, just to go along, but stopped himself and said something quite honest. "Lately, when people start talking about trust, my first impulse is to run away as quickly as possible."

"Rob, don't you think you've named the problem? You're unwilling to trust, because the trust you had for twenty years was betrayed. The moment you had saw the truth of Jenny, you needed professional help. Luckily you have a superb partner in Helena, the best you can imagine. It seems to me she's already done a great deal toward your healing. But, as she said, you have some ghosts to deal with. We can do it by long talks, trying to convince you that the unhappy events have nothing to do with one another. Talking will take a year, perhaps more. There is an option to do it in a shorter period: two days probably; today and tomorrow.

"We can discuss the plan together with Helena. I already asked Helena to bring some clothing with her for both of you to stay overnight. I've made up the spare bedroom for you. I live alone; the only people in the house here will be the three of us."

Rob still look dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, but I still haven't the slightest idea what you want to do in two days."

"Rob, I propose bring you to your highest senses and thereafter release. This is why I asked for Helena's help. Tomorrow we repeat, again with the help of Helena. Haven't you guessed already? Beside a psychiatrist, I'm also a dominatrix."

Rob grunted. "I should listen to my own words, the moment you started in on trust I should have run."

"Rob, a few words before you run." She gave him a wink. "You connect S&M, everything about it, with your one bad experience. Thanks to to Jenny, for you S&M means betrayal, mistrust, sorrow, humiliation and pain. I want to scrap mistrust, betrayal and sorrow, they aren't part of BDSM, done properly. In their place you will experience ecstasy, pleasure, excitement -- and trust. So, I'm proposing to do two sessions with you. After those two you will add trust to the positive things of S&M. Once you've made progress, your issues resolved, you have Helena and Marion to take you further on your journey."

Rob didn't agree. "You're missing something. Yes, Jenny betrayed our marriage, I understand the tangle all too well. But you must understand, it was Marion who taught me not to trust a domina. She set up the game then got upset when it didn't play out the way she intended. Not that she made her intentions plain to me! She added things to her game far beyond what I had consented to, she failed to prevent Jenny from her foolishness then, oh, then the unfiltered anger in her eyes when she took out the whip and gave me bloody stripes, ignoring my safe-word."

"It sounds as though, Helena, Marion and others are forming your own little family? There must be trust already, if you're all so close. You can delete mistrust from your dictionary." Cathy tried to decode Rob's facial expression; it wasn't clear if he really understood what she meant.

Rob hesitated, deciding how to capture what he was thinking. "I do trust them in day to day life. I do not trust Marion in particular to engage in safe and consensual BDSM because my experience with her has been unsafe and without my consent. Both Marion and Helena speak to me, outside of playing, about punishing me in a session for what I've just said or done. These things keep being said and each time I tell them their words make it more difficult to trust enough to start a game. When they give me reasons to mistrust, when they ignore the clear feedback I give them, how is trust my responsibility?"

"I've given you no reason to mistrust me. Are you willing to trust me, try out this form of therapy?"

"I..." Rob hesitated, then stuttered out an answer. "I guess so."

"Not good enough for me, Rob! I must have your full cooperation in this, else it isn't worth doing. Let me put it in other words. Do you agree with me I have nothing to gain by scaring you away from a BDSM session. That in fact I have everything to gain, because you'll actually enjoy the session?" She stopped walking, turned to face him, checking his reaction. Only when he seemed to appreciate the truth in her words did she speak. "So, what is your answer?"

"You'll go easy on me? I'm not experienced."

"I know you're not, you have my word it won't be too bad. I do things quite differently from what you might have experienced with Marion."

"How different?" Rob asked.

"I'll engage your whole body, not just your behind. After, you'll feel exhausted, meaning you will need rest. Helena and I will talk afterwards, after your session, but this I promise: you will sleep like a baby. Can I count on you?"

"Yes." Rob was a bit more firm in this answer.

"When you've had some rest after today's session, over dinner, we'll consider what to do next. Talking is important, you have to give me as much information about your feelings as possible."

They walked for a few minutes without further conversation. Looking around, Rob realized he had been so engrossed in speaking with her that he had no idea where he was.

"One more thing,"Cathy held out her hand. "No safe-word, I'll run you through the whole session without pause. It will be a beginners session, but sufficient for you. You just relax and let it happen. Most of what we'll do you have felt before, some of it may be new in the details, but I don't expect to surprise you. Tomorrow you'll have no marks, no bruises; you'll be as smooth as a baby. It's unlikely you'll even feel sore. After breakfast we'll take a walk again, this time Helena will walk with us. During our walk you shall say to her that you really trust her in every way. Better still, tell her this evening, she deserves that. Don't you forget that, otherwise I'll have to punish you in the second session." She gave him a mischievous smile.

Rob stopped walking. "Cathy, you are close to losing me, here and now. Just use that word, punish, one more time. If you threaten punishment before the session even begins, I'll stop wasting your time and mine.

"Further, I won't lie to Helena. I'll tell her I trust her only when I trust her, not before."

"It was intended as a joke, Rob. Relax and start trusting."

"Words matter, Doctor! I should think a psychiatrist would understand that."

"They do indeed. I shall be scrupulous in being clear with you. You in turn must be willing to answer questions for me fully and honestly."

Rob recognized the park and saw they were almost in front of Cathy's house. She had walked them in a large circle through town.

"Are you ready to begin Rob? Perhaps you would like something to drink first. How about some tea or coffee before we get started."

"You've told Helena about this treatment you plan to give me?"

"No, we must talk it through with her before we begin. I offered something to drink because we must chat with her."

They stopped at Cathy's driveway to close their conversation. "Rob, promise me one thing: no backing out. Stay and face everything I do. I will be gentle and Helena will be proud of you. Marion will be proud as well. You may know she's cried about you a great deal. She may not be your life partner, but I don't think you can find yourself a better friend than Marion. Cherish her!"

"We're better friends, we even made love once after her mistake. I won't make love with people I don't love. So you know Marion's history with me?"

"Yes, she told me about you. Rob, I know we met just a few hours ago, but you strike me as very honest. It is precisely because you're so honest, so loyal, you didn't recognize what Jenny was doing. But that's all the past, you must look forward now."

Rob observed she hadn't mentioned Marion's misbehavior but let it pass. Once burned, twice shy, he thought, was the rule for his friendship with Marion.

She opened her door and they returned to find Helena, who seemed anxious from the waiting.

Rob walked to her and gave her a kiss. "We're back. Cathy talked me through what happened and suggested why. She has two different approaches to my treatment to discuss."

"Yes Helena, let me make us some coffee, then I'll explain. I'll be right back."

The coffee machine in her kitchen allowed Cathy to come back with three cappuccinos within a few minutes. Once they were seated, each with a steaming cup, she began. "Helena, the main problem with Rob is mistrust. In his mind, he has connected what Jenny's done to what happened in Marion's playroom. Both memories are burdened by mistrust. You and I shall give Rob trust and take away the mistrust. I can do this by long talks and convince him that he must learn to trust his most beloved ones, that Jenny betraying his love was a rare exception. It will take many months, two or three hours each week, here in my office. So there's the first option."

She turned to Rob for a moment. "I am not saying Jenny didn't love you, Rob, I suspect she loved you deeply, just not in the way you thought she did. Perhaps not the way she thought she did. But Jenny isn't the issue now.

"Helena, you already knew I'm also a dominatrix. Our second option is to take Rob through sessions, the first this afternoon, as soon as we're done talking, the second tomorrow morning. You can both stay here overnight. I'll serve dinner when Rob has had enough rest after the session. Tonight we'll see what we choose to do. But Helena, you must help, are you willing to help me by taking an active role in the power play?"

"Yes, Mistress," Helena said respectfully.

"Leave the Mistress stuff for later. Rob, come with me. Helena, I'll be back for you in a moment."

Chapter 2

Cathy led Rob upstairs, she opened a door. "This is your bedroom, when we've finished the session, you will return back here. You can shower in the bath across the hall, there. You might want a nap after a session as well. Now, undress, put on the clothes I've laid out for you. We shall start with a bit of humiliation and the rest comes in time. Nothing serious as I said before, this isn't BDSM, it's therapy. I want you to remember this: we're going to say things, but our sole motivation is your own good."

"We?"

"Yes, I'll ask Helena to humiliate you verbally along with me. I must help you understand what is said in a scene, is just part of the scene and goes no further. You know people can sometimes say things they don't really mean. No doubt there are some words off limits between you and Helena. If you ever quarrel with Helena and she calls you something, fool or sissy, something of that sort, in anger, she will answer to me. Before we start she will understand whatever happens here stays within these four walls. What we do for your therapy must not be later used against you. Knowing Helena, I don't see that happening, she has amazing self-discipline."

Cathy walked from the room. She was in the process of closing the door when Rob had one more question. "I'm to wait here?"

"Yes. I'll be back for you in ten minutes, to take you to my playroom. Don't forget to put on shoes," she pointed to pink high heels, several pairs, in different sizes, but all the same: four inch high heels. She closed the door.

Rob looked over what she had laid out for him: pink ruffled panties, white seamed stockings, a pink suspender belt and a matching bra. A pink petticoat and a dress which he could not describe other than a sissy dress, in pink satin, lace and ruffles. Very childish, not at all his taste. He shrugged, it was Cathy's party. Soon he had everything on. It took only a glance in the mirror for him to think he looked ridiculous. The four inch high heels didn't give him any issues, he could walk well enough on them, even quickly if necessary. He hadn't told Cathy he was a cross dresser, so far it wasn't important. She soon would find out, he imagined she expected him to walk slowly and clumsy on this heels.

He didn't look at a clock, but it seemed well over ten minutes passed. He wondered what had taken them so long, then heard them both laughing.

Then Cathy called up the stair. "You may come downstairs now, sissy." Her voice had changed significantly, the kindness replaced by cold authority.

Rob hurried to get below, his petticoats swished with every step he took. When Helena saw him, she couldn't believe her eyes. She started laughing. No doubt her view was up his skirt, at his pink petticoats and lingerie. Rob felt shame turning his face hot. Cathy added to it. "Now you can see for yourself what a sissy boyfriend you have, Helena."

"I begin to understand what you mean, Mistress Cathy, but he is still a very nice person. And a cute one too, as it appears,"And she started laughing again.

He turned around, starting back up the stair.

Cathy's voice rang out. "What are you doing?" It was a challenge, not a question.

He stopped, turned to look Cathy in the eye. "I don't like this outfit either. Let's go look for something we can agree we do like."

"No, I want you to wear it."

"Then we can all agree I'm only wearing it so you can call me names."

"What is your point?"

"I have been set set up. This is a contrivance to give you an opening to insult me. In the interest of honesty and openness, Cathy, I report to you trust has just been lost. This is the very same crap Marion pulled out as soon as I met her. It isn't my thing. Out of respect for you, however, because you say this is intended to help me, I shall play along."

Cathy spent a moment looking at him, evaluating what she saw. He didn't seem defiant or angry, he stood there with a bland face. On the other hand, he didn't seem the least troubled by what he was wearing, only by her words. He'd been remarkably steady on those heels on the stair.

For the first time Rob looked at them. Both ladies wore a long coat, he couldn't see much what they wore beneath. No doubt a surprise was planned. "Follow us, sissy." Cathy led them with quick steps to the to a back door, which let out on her garden.

"We're going outside? People might see me," he said. The heat in his face quickly migrated to his belly.

"Sissies really must keep their mouth shut and speak only when permitted." Cathy opened the door. Helena stepped out and turned back, beckoning to him.

"Yes, I have so much trouble in keeping his mouth shut; he can be a very bad sissy at times." Helena said, adding fuel to the fire troubling him.

"Sissy will learn some lessons from me this afternoon, after this afternoon he'll give you much less trouble, Mistress Helena," Cathy said. Rob stepped warily out into the daylight. Cathy closed the door and led the way down the garden path. She glanced back to make sure Rob was following. She was surprised to see Rob was easily keeping up over the rough stone path. "I can see this sissy is accustomed to walking in high heels."

Helena nodded. "Yes, sissy can walk in heels better than I."

Cathy tried to keep her face appropriately stern as she admired Rob's walk on the garden path. His legs even looked good! This was unexpected. Some adjustment might be necessary.

At the back of Cathy's garden was a small building, much newer than the house itself. It had high walls with windows placed well above eye level, no one could just glance in accidentally. "This is my funhouse," Cathy explained as she unlocked the door. She ushered them into a short hallway with a door on either side and door at the end. Rob noticed she locked the door behind her and hung the key on a hook beside the door.

"Sissy, go through into the playroom." Cathy gestured to the door ahead. "Be seated on the chair in the middle of the room and wait." Helena and Cathy disappeared through the door on the right side of the hall.

The playroom looked innocent enough. The only thing making its purpose obvious was the X-shaped cross, much like Marion's, at the back wall. It was suspended on cables and Rob could see from details in the overhead the cross could be lifted and moved. He would soon find out, he thought. He had no reason to be scared, he told himself. She promised to be gentle on him and Helena was here to protect him. He suddenly realized how much he already trusted Helena. Never before today had she laughed at him in women's clothing, she always supported him. It was clear today she was following Cathy's lead.

Cathy and Helena entered, they were not clothed as Marian and Jenny had been, in fact, they were dressed in quite an elegant manner. Each wore a form-fitting dress of satin, Cathy in black and Helena in deep blue. Their dresses were split up one side, all the way to the waist, clearly displaying their corsets with garters attached to sheer black nylons. Their heels were pretty normal, just black low heeled pumps. They were beautiful.

Rob could see Helena enjoyed his admiring look. Cathy was pleasantly surprised too, although she was experienced enough in her role as dominatrix to not show it.

"Mistress Helena, will you take your place on the bench, please? Sissy, I saw how easily you walked in those high heels. You must be familiar with walking in heels, you have had quite a bit of practice. You are even more a sissy than I thought you would be. I think, outside this playroom, you must be a sissy there as well. I'll wager you have nice, frilly bloomers with your name embroidered on them."

These words shocked Rob more than he expected. Cathy could see her adjustment had the desired effect. So far he'd considered her sissy comments as a joke, but now she was really offending him. He stood. His voice had a low and dangerous tone. "I'm not here to be insulted. You dressed me in this. As I said, you set me up. Call me a sissy here and now, in this room, fine." He pointed to the door, signaling the difference between in the funhouse and the real world. "It will be a grave mistake to take your words further."

Cathy just smiled: "Is our sissy insulted? You really have a lot to learn, don't you sissy? I bet you wear dresses in around the house, doesn't he Mistress Helena?" Rob gave Helena a sharp look.

Helena then looked up to Cathy. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"Sissy, your mistress is very loyal, but I know what I see. You're a real sissy and I don't like sissies. I like real man, I don't think you are a real man, you wear dresses!"

Rob turned toward door but changed his mind. He spun and in a few quick steps he was nose to nose with Cathy. The fire in his eyes made Cathy instinctively take a step back, wondering if she had already pushed him too far. But she had seen a glimpse of confirmation: the seams of this stockings were straight.

Helena stepped beside Cathy. "Rob don't you do anything; she doesn't mean it, it's all to teach you to take insults."

"I know, if I believed she meant more she would already be on the floor."

"What?" Cathy asked, "You would hit a woman?"

"Ask Jenny, after she used that oversized strapon on me. Just one push and she wasn't standing. So choose your words carefully."

"Your Mistress will take note of that," Cathy spoke as if nothing had happened. "I still prefer real men and a real man would never strike a lady in anger."

"In that moment, she was no lady."

Cathy had to recover control. She made her voice matter-of-fact, more the therapist than the dominatrix. "Let's get back on track." Rob paused, took a breath, then nodded.

Relieved, Helena returned to her seat on the bench.

Cathy returned directly to pushing Rob with her words. "Sissy, you have a big mouth. A sissy with a big mouth usually gets their mouth washed out with soap. Pity I don't have any soap to hand. We have other ways to punish you. Lay here, across Helena's knees, with your hands down touching the floor."

"I will comply, Cathy, but here is some honest and open feedback: you just used the word punish, we spoke about this."

"Within the session." Cathy's response was firm.

Hesitating Rob bowed over Helena's upper legs and softly rested on her lap. His feet and hands touched the floor, but he could not hold up his weight on them, he was worried he was too heavy for her. He heard Helena's whisper. "Put your weight down, dear, there's no other way."

Cathy pretended to hear nothing. "Since you were so impertinent and disobedient, Mistress Helena will give you a spanking. She will start with twenty slaps, ten to a side. Lower your knickers, sissy." Helena tugged a the back of his waistband, pulling his knickers down around his knees. "Please proceed, Mistress Helena."

Helena started giving him twenty slaps. She had a hard hand and her aim wandered all over his bum. Rob was unable to decide if this showed experience or inexperience. In addition, he was distracted by stimulation from his dick slipping about against the satin of her dress. At twenty his bum was uniformly reddened. Cathy directed him to stand. He reached to pull up his knickers but a sharp rebuke stopped him.

"Leave those knickers where they are!"

He now really felt humiliated. "Step back sissy," Cathy ordered him and he did as was asked, shuffled slowly, with knickers just above his knees hobbling his steps.

She walked around him, lifted his petticoats and dress and inspected his bum. "Hmm, it's a bit red, but not much." Then she lifted the front of his dress and looked at his dick, which had hardened a bit. Under her destructive look his dick softened soon. "Just as I thought, sissy. You have a real sissy dick and sissy dicks must learn their place. The next time I see sissy's dick hard again, I shall do something about it."

"Right sissy, your next lesson. Mistress Helena, would you please fetch the hairbrush from the table? We shall color your bum even further. Mistress Helena, please take your seat again. Sissy, you know the position."

Without complaint or hesitation Rob rested again across Helena's knees.

"Mistress Helena, please give him five, no, six strokes on each bum with the hairbrush. I want to hear him moan so do your best."

With Helena gave Rob his twelve strokes, putting plenty of force into it. The first ones he could bear, but the number wore down on him, the later hits really stinging. At the last three or four strokes he was grunting softly after each impact.

"Well done, Mistress Helena. Sissy, stand up, take a step back."

Cathy inspected him again, this time his bum was bright red.

"Now your front" Cathy said and lifted the front side of his dress. "I knew it, this sissy is not learning. He has a hard-on."

From a pocket in her dress she took a small whip, velvet cords attached to a wood handle. She held his dick up with her hand and slapped it a few times with the penis flogger.

Rob moaned, this he hadn't expected. His dick softened quickly. He made a mental note he must find out how to avoid erections in these situations.

"Better. Mistress Helena, please take a seat there, to the side. Sissy, undress yourself and put the clothes on the chair in the middle of the room." She pointed at the chair Helena had just left.

Rob hesitated with his lingerie, but Cathy snapped at him. "Naked, sissy. Don't dawdle!" Quickly Rob removed all his clothing and did as was asked.

"I know you're just a weak sissy, but will you help me with this device?" Cathy pointed at the ropes supporting the X-cross.

Rob untied them and pulled, lifting the cross from the floor. Cathy pulled another rope, moving the cross out to the center of the playroom. At Cathy's direction Rob lowered the cross to the floor and secured the ropes. Cathy secured the feet to rings in the floor.

Cathy gestured for him to come to the X-cross. "This will be a more challenging exercise, Sissy. If you endure it, I'll consider you less of a sissy." She tied his hands to the upper sides of the X, pulled so he had little freedom. His feet were secured in Velcro cuffs, but not pulled apart, he was standing. He was aware his dick was exposed, visible and easy to access between the lower parts of the X.

He felt the need to warn her of something. "Mistress Cathy, once I had an accident, a cane hit my balls and I passed out. I don't want it to happen again."

Cathy came around to face him, spend a few long seconds just looking him in the eye. Her voice was quiet, but the tone still carried cruel authority. "Funny time to warn me, when you can't do a thing. Don't worry, the only way for you to get hit in the balls is if I aim for them."

Rob said nothing.

"You must simply take what I give you. With your hands and feet tied, you have no choice."

She doesn't know what I can do when angered, Rob thought, turning his eyes from her.

"I sense some defiance in you, is there something you want to say?" Cathy asked.

He made his voice flat, quiet. "I just said it."

"Come with me, please, Mistress Helena." Cathy led Helena out of the room. With the door closed, she still spoke quietly to Helena. "I don't see the slightest hint of submission in him. This isn't topping from the bottom, this is staying in charge throughout. He doesn't surrender at all."

Helena grimaced. "He had a bad start, there's a sound reason he doesn't trust. As he said, he took a can hit to his balls in one of his first sessions. You must be careful with him, don't push him, I have seen him angry once or twice and you really don't want to stand in his way."

Cathy nodded. "Still, he must surrender himself to me. I've never met someone like him, it's intriguing, he will allow us to do these things but does not submit. He must surrender so he can bear it more easily. I'm about to make him fee like all his skin's on fire."

They returned to the playroom. Cathy said nothing. She pulled a trolley out from the wall, moving it behind Rob, where he couldn't see. She began taking whips, paddles and crops from a cabinet, more than she intended to use, making sure they landed loudly on the trolley. Part of this experience was to deal with the fear, hearing the unknown implements. Helena sat off to the side. She had a good view of Rob, but he saw no one clearly.

Picking up a leather paddle, Cathy began hitting all over Rob's body. She started on his back and shoulders, working her way down to his bum, then on down the backs of his legs, then the sides. She even worked her way up the insides of his legs. She required him to lift first one foot, then the other, to hit the soles. These were more painful, but the rest were quite bearable.

Finally, Cathy spoke to Rob. "This was your warming up." She asked Helena, "how is he?"

"A bit hard, but not very much," Helena said. She had been watching Rob's face during the whole session, pleased to see he wasn't really hurt and was staying calm. So far so good, she thought. At Cathy's gesture, Helena turned to the trolley and took out clamps, clipping first one, then the other, just under Rob's nipples. This time his response was loud, but guttural, without words.

"I'm not sure he will take this, Mistress Cathy," Helena said.

"Wait just a few seconds, see if he still feels it."

For Rob seemed to take ages, but the pain diminished to a dull sensation after the original, sharp pain.

"Can you bear them for a few more minutes?" Cathy asked.

Rob nodded, still gritting his teeth.

Cathy stepped in front of him again, hands on hips. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, Mistress Cathy."

She had three more clamps in her hand. She clipped them to the skin of his scrotum. At least now Rob knew he could bear them going on, the pain would be when the clamps were released.

She clipped the last clamp in her hand, this one larger, on the inside of his thigh.

"Aah!" Rob cried out in genuine pain. "I can't take that, get it off!"

Cathy stood up. "You have no choice but to take it, see what it does for you."

What happened next was completely unexpected. Helena saw a look of angry concentration on his face, his muscles bulged. Before Cathy knew what was happening, something snapped on the cross, freeing Rob's right hand. He quickly unscrewed the shackle holding the rope to his left hand. Holding the cross to steady himself, it took him but a few seconds to strip off the ankle cuffs. He walked to the hall, clamps clattering all over the playroom as he removed and dropped them. The key from the hook let him out. He left the building as he was, naked, but he didn't care. He dropped the key on the stoop to her back door as he went inside.

Cathy was flabbergasted, never in her life had she seen such a thing. Helena ran after Rob, she could hear his feet at the top of the stair as she entered the kitchen.

When she reached his bedroom door, Rob was almost fully dressed. "I'm wasting my time and she is wasting hers. She asks for honest feedback but doesn't listen when I speak. She didn't listen when I said to remove it." He held up a finger in Helena's face. "Both of you insulted me referring to my real life, not just the playroom. Dominatrix?" he raged scornfully. "No, just the usual bollocks!"

Cathy appeared behind Helena. "Rob wait, let me explain."

"You didn't listen to me, why should I listen to you? There is nothing to explain. Here is some honest and open communication, Cathy: once again someone shows me the price of trust. I've learned the more someone asks for trust, the less I should trust them. Even Helena has lost trust this afternoon. Come, on Helena, let's go. I'm leaving."

"Rob, please, let's hear what Cathy wants to tell us. We've come this far, let's hear her out."

Rob sighed and looked at the ceiling for a moment. "Okay, I'm listening."

"Shall we back down to my living room? I'll put together something for an early supper. I'll explain while we eat." Cathy was determined to take charge, despite Rob's anger and strength.

Chapter 3

Rob and Helena followed Cathy to the living room. In contrast to the business-like professional rooms in the front of her house, this room was warm and inviting. One side of the room had a bookshelf filled with books; Rob scanned the titles and noticed quite a range of topics. Some just were novels, others of professional interest. Two shelves held a great number of books related to S&M, from fiction to facts. Before the bookshelf was an easy chair, with a small table next to it and a floor lamp. He wondered if here, beside her bookshelf, was Cathy's favorite place.

On the wall opposite was a sideboard under a large window. There were a few small ceramic figures, all related to BDSM: a woman lying on the floor with another woman standing over her with a whip, a woman wearing nothing but boots, seated on a sort of a throne and a few more in the same vein. The room was not one where you would entertain any but your closest friends.

Helena, also looking around, noticed there was great variety in the art on her walls, but no personal photos of relatives or other persons.

In the middle of the room was a low table, faced by a sofa and two easy chairs. Rob made sure to take a chair. He wasn't in the mood to have someone sit beside him. Helena sat on the sofa near him.

Cathy switched on lights, bathing the room in a soft light glow. In combination with the pink carpet the lights gave the room a warm atmosphere. Rob's body still felt warm from the light beating. The pain from the clamp on his inner thigh was finally fading, it had been intense. He closed his eyes to still his mind, enjoying doing nothing for a moment. To be honest, the pain hadn't been bad. Not being heard was more upsetting. The insults were the worst.

Cathy went to the adjacent kitchen, Rob could hear the sounds of pans and cooking. In no time, she reappeared. "I've got a few things heating, we can eat in twenty minutes. As we wait, we can talk." She leaned down over the back of the empty chair to get her eyes nearer Rob's. "Please, Rob and Helena, stay over tonight. I think some wine with the meal will help us talk, but I won't serve wine if you plan on driving back home."

Helena looked at Rob, her eyes asking him to stay. Rob sighed. "We can stay, if you wish Helena. The last clamp was the trigger to get me enraged, but it was added to anger when you humiliated me."

"I'm sure," Cathy said, without apology.

She brought some wine glasses, a bottle of red wine and an opener from the kitchen and asked Rob to open the bottle. Rob did as asked, filling the glasses, then handing one to each lady. This simple act seemed to lower the tension between Rob and Cathy.

Cathy sat on the chair opposite Rob, still wearing the black dress. Perhaps carelessly, perhaps intentionally, she constantly showed her leg, the top of her stocking, her garters. Rob felt his dick starting to thicken; despite what she'd done to him it was arousing to see her.

Helena was showing off her legs as well. Rob knew she did it on purpose, she gave him a very impish wink.

His face reddened, he didn't know where to look so he made a point of looking at the books behind Cathy instead of at the two of them. He was grateful Helena started talking, helping him ignore their sexy behavior. "Cathy, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course. We are here doing very personal things."

"I notice, looking around, you have lovely art on the wall, but not even one of a person. Do you have no family or close friends or don't you like pictures of persons?"

"Helena, when my family discovered my sexual interest was BDSM and I openly told them I am a Mistress, they couldn't understand. I still can speak to my mother, but she never telephones. If I manage to get my uncle on the line, he breaks the connection. So you might say I don't have family. About friends, you know how it can go in our world, the men who want me, I don't want. I am not really attracted to women, but there are some women I do like very much and I see them more as lovers than women." Cathy's cheeks suddenly colored. She excused herself and went to the kitchen.

Helena didn't understand; Rob told her what he'd seen. "She likes you Helena. You attract more people than you know. What is it with you what makes people love you?" He had to smile; not long before Helena had said the same to him.

Helena nodded thoughtfully. "It seems we have another victim. Her business is to help people mentally, but who cares for her?"

Rob had an impulse. "Tell her about your circle of friends."

"Everything, even the sharing?"

"Whatever you like Helena, you know I will follow your lead about your circle. As I will do nothing without your consent."

"Oh, my darling, you are both generous and loyal, I am proud to call you my friend." She gave him a sad smile. "I hope, one day, I shall call you my husband." Helena moved over to Rob. Their long kiss ended only when Cathy walked in carrying a tray with their dinner.

Cathy passed around silverware, napkins and plates. The meal passed with small talk, nothing of consequence. When they had finished Cathy asked if they wanted to have a dessert.

Rob rose to begin collecting plates.

"I'd like a dessert," Helena told Cathy. "Let Rob get it for us, I have something to tell you."

Rob loaded the tray with used dishes and took it to the kitchen. On the table three plates held cut fruit. When he returned he could tell Helena was speaking of their circle of friends; their hurts, how they dealt with it as a group, even with sex. Helena began describing Marion and how she changed both of their lives.

At one point Cathy expressed surprise. "So she lives with you now? That, I'd have not expected." She turned to Rob. "And you Rob, you're comfortable with Marion so close?"

"I'm comfortable on the ground floor and upstairs. She's a good friend in real life. I won't enter a scene with her, not without quite a bit of discussion first." He turned to say the last phrase directly to Helena.

"When happens when they ask you to do intimate things?"

"I generally do as Helena asks me. Don't think we have orgies Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Sometimes it it happens one of our very close friends needs a helping hand. It might be an arm on her shoulder, a good conversation, going out to do something socially. In some cases it's sex and I participate. By the way, I wouldn't agree to just me and the friend, Helena always joins in.

"To be clear, I don't engage in casual sex with just anyone. I'm certainly not a gigolo. In fact, once in a while it's necessary to protest to Helena I'm not a toy to be casually shared. If I don't want to do something, spend time with someone, then it won't happen. My not being in the mood was the beginning of the episode bringing me here."

Cathy nodded. "Rob, now I understand you being so angry at being called a sissy. You strike me as anything but a sissy. Still, tomorrow we shall do the same as today. Not the clamps, I've tested you there. But I think you must deal better with humiliation. I'll say things to make you angry, because you must learn to deal with your anger, master your anger instead of letting anger master you.

"Suppose you go outside in woman's clothes. You face the risk of being discovered, probably hear insults. What will you do then? Give them a beating? You can't fight or run in high heels. You must simply walk away, no matter how difficult that can be. You must swallow your pride, turn your back and leave, believe me, it's your only option. I have clients, bigger and stronger than you Rob, whom I'm teaching to walk away. Have you any idea how a big, muscular man in drag feels when he is challenged by a man or boy, someone he might give a beating they won't soon forget? The real show of strength is letting the words pass by and keep going."

Rob tiled his head toward her. "I understand what you mean, but I will never willingly go outside dressed."

Cathy nodded, but something about her eyes made Rob think she did not agree. She turned to Helena. "Helena, why did you tell me about your friends circle?"

"Well, since you're lonely --"

Cathy interrupted. "I'm not lonely!"

"You have your friends and colleagues, your patients, your fellow mistresses and your subs. How many people have you invited into your living room?"

Cathy replied in a soft voice. "You are the first in some years."

Helena nodded. "For some reason I thought so. You have superficial friends, but no soul mates, people you can tell your deepest thoughts. You're a psychiatrist, but who is helping you?"

Tears quickly appeared in Cathy's eyes "I am strong, I can live the way I like." She was angry with herself for the tears.

"Don't be upset dear, we're all human, even psychiatrists."

They all laughed.

Cathy put her good manners to the fore. "Helena, what were you saying when I interrupted you?"

"I wondered if you might be interested in meeting our friends when we're together next Saturday. We want to find out who are the subs and who the dominants. Just a bit of fun, I expect we'll talk a lot, some will drink, all are invited to stay overnight, for those who want to go home I can arrange a taxi. We'll have a great dinner. If we're in the mood, there might be sex."

Helena looked Cathy in the eyes as she spoke to her. "Sorry to be so blunt, but don't forget, these women live by themselves, just as I've been alone in the past. We all understand needs. Before Rob appeared we were more or less lesbian lovers and why not? It's safe, we have no contacts outside the circle. To be honest, sex just deepened our mutual trust. Now, with Rob usually at my house, when the circle meets he is always 'en femme,' some friends may ask for some care, sometimes orally and sometimes a good fuck."

Cathy looked to Rob as she spoke. "And you are asking me to join?"

Rob was quick to deflect. "This is Helena's circle, I am a visitor. Not to mention, there are already enough women visiting Helena, I could well be happy without another." He gave Cathy a wink.

Helena smiled warmly. "Yes Cathy, join if you like. At least drop in, meet the women, see what you think. Look at you; you're near the age of all of the circle, single, few or no serious friends as we all are. I think you fit with us. With your background, I would consider you a valuable gain for our group of friends."

"Is it the psychiatrist you are asking or me?"

"I'm asking a friend. It happens I find the experienced domina interesting as well."

"Does that mean that when I have needs, I might ask you or Rob?" Cathy blushed to speak these words.

"You can ask me; you can ask Rob; and you can ask me and Rob at the same time. We usually do trios but it's whatever you prefer. But we shall spare Rob, I need him as well. He can perform only so many times in one evening, he is no young stud anymore."

It was Rob's turn to blush. "She's never called me a stud before. I can't decide if I'm flattered or bothered."

Helena stayed on her topic. "So, Cathy, you decide. Just talking is often enough for us. You can just have a lovely dinner and conversation at my place. If you prefer, you can leave should things get too intimate."

Cathy had to admit the idea sounded attractive.

"Consider visiting for one of these weekends," Rob suggested. "Then decide if you want to join the circle. You'll meet three other women beside Marion and Helena. I expect you'll like them. I think Kim will show her rings."

"Rings?" Cathy asked.

Rob laughed. "Kim wants us all to be pierced, in, ah, certain places. She already has hers."

"Perhaps I should you show mine." Cathy felt more comfortable now, was more swilling to speak openly.

"You too?" Helena shook her head. "I should mention, we plan on building quite a large playroom. It was intended just for Marion, Kim, Rob and I, but I'm sure we can let you play there, our circle appears to have volunteers."

A pause in the conversation gave Rob an opening to be helpful. He stood. "Are we all finished with the dessert? Shall I make us coffee, Cathy?"

"Yes please."

As Rob took dishes to the kitchen, Cathy had a question for Helena. "Is he always like this? He's quite domestic, one might even say subservient."

"He's usually helpful, yes. He and Jenny shared the chores equally when they were married, so he's in the habit. It has nothing to do with being a sub or whatever, he just takes care of me. Unlike many men he's generous about household chores."

Cathy sighed. "I want to have someone like him."

Helena sighed in response. "Yes, as do Marion and Kim and Carmen. Sometimes I really must fight to get his attention, especially at one of our parties." She smiled. "But he is mine and he always will be. Once I have his attention, no one can distract him from me. He is devoted to me, despite my flaws.

"For some reason we're actually complementary, from the first day we met, we felt it. It was as if we knew each other for years. We knew in an instant we were born for each other. All these years of longing, then, in my late forties, I find the man of my life, my long awaited soul mate."

"And you are his Mistress?"

"No one is his mistress, I doubt anyone will ever be his mistress as you mean it. He sometimes plays our BDSM related games. I don't have to tell you, you know the possibilities better than me. He is quite happy to dress en femme for a play time, he likes to sleep with me in a satin nightgown, but as you have seen it would be a mistake to think crossdressing shows he is soft at all."

Rob came back, this time balancing three cups of coffee on the tray. He served each of them and put sugar and cream where they could reach them.

Cathy had no clock in this room. "What time it is?"

"Half past eight or so."

"Rob, I want to go back to finish today's session, but we shall start all over. I'll go through it as quickly as I can without being careless. I want to try for a result, a state I want you to reach. I want you to experience something Rob, something it's clear you don't know yet. If you hate it, well, you've tried, but I think you might like it."

Rob, surprised she wanted to go back at it, looked down to the floor and said nothing.

"Here is the explanation I said I'd give you. When you're in pain, the body will work to keep the pain bearable, within limits of course. You make endorphins and they can help you can reach a higher state. Especially when we have you turned on as well." She caught his attention by moving her legs so her skirt slipped to one side. Rob could see nearly all the way to her crotch. She was disappointed to see him deliberately look over to Helena after the first glance. "Under the influence of your own endorphins, you can endure quite a bit more. This is why you never may have an orgasm during in a session, well, not until the right time as the session is ending. Often it's your reward." She gave him a provocative smile as she pulled her skirt back across her legs.

Rob didn't answer her. His attention moved between Helena and Cathy. Cathy had the impression he hadn't listened to what she just said. Experienced with interviews, Cathy simply waited in silence. After some time, Rob's eyes met hers and stayed there. "I asked a question some time ago, we've digressed a few times since then. Do you have an answer?" Cathy looked puzzled so Rob reminded her. "I invited you to sample tonight how it works within the circle."

Cathy looked to Helena, with an unspoken question in her eyes. Helena nodded. "Only if you want to, dear."

Cathy hesitated, torn between what she knew she wanted and what she thought would be appropriate. She realized appropriate is by conventional standards, hardly applicable to her lifestyle. It was okay to take better care of her needs. Still she felt inexplicably shy when she answered. "I think I'd like it very much. Yes, tonight, please."

Helena smiled in approval and quickly moved to Cathy's chair. "Come here, dear, you shall have us both." She pulled Cathy into an embrace with both arms.

"If you have some tools, Cathy, I should fix what I broke." Rob didn't wait for a reply, he left the room. The women needed time together without him, he thought.

Chapter 4

Rob stepped out the back door. A brief search put the key in his hand.

He found tools in a cupboards, as well as some spare hardware. He's broken a wire holding the shackle. He used a slightly thinner wire to replace it. It should hold anyone who assumed it was unbreakable.

He was back in the kitchen minutes after leaving. He heard nothing. In the living room he found Helena comforting Cathy, tears on both their cheeks.

Hesitant to interrupt, Rob stayed in the doorway. Helena caught his eye and tilted her head to Cathy. He knelt before Cathy. "Would you do me the honor of playing with me?"

She drew a deep breath. "If you want to make love with me this evening."

Rob's eyes told Helena it was her place to answer. "She needs it more than I. If anybody deserves it to be part of our circle, Cathy, it's you."

Rob took Cathy's free hand, kissed it. "We shall do our best to give you a pleasant evening."

Cathy smiled at his words. "I'd like to, Rob. However, we must start with you."

She led them back to the funhouse. Cathy ordered Rob to remove his clothes and took off her own dress. Underneath she wore a black satin corset with garters attached to her stockings.

Helena remember what Cathy had said. "Let me see your rings?"

Cathy folded down the cups of her corset, exposing her nipples. Indeed, Cathy had golden rings through piercings just under her nipples. The rings weren't as large as Kim's, but easily gripped and pulled. Then Cathy removed her panties and showed Helena two more rings, piercing each lip. She explained all her pubic hair had been permanently removed.

Helena, unwilling to stay behind, let her dress slip from her shoulders and drop to the floor. She stood before Rob, her panties already gone at some earlier point

Cathy took charge. "Your Mistress wants you tied again, where you were." Soon Rob was back on the X-cross.

Cathy took wide straps from a cupboard, fastening them with help from Helena around both the X-cross and his arms, just above the elbow. "I am adding extra bindings. Should you become get angry again or fearful of ghosts, real or imagined, you might hurt yourself trying to break loose. Exercise some self-restraint." She added a wide leather belt around Rob's waist as Helena spread his legs and put straps around his thighs. He couldn't move at all. So much for the clever wire trick.

"Keep an eye on that, Mistress Helena," Cathy said with a gesture to Rob's dick. The sight of the exposed women, combined with the additional bondage, aroused him. Rob was getting hard just from the anticipation, more the sex after than what they were about to do.

Cathy wanted to get his blood flowing, warm him up so he could then take more. Slowly, deliberately, but with irregular breaks and changes in tempo, she used several different paddles, a leather slapper and a paddle with small round bubbles. He was secured facing away from her supply of paddles, but she took care to show him most of the implements, some before using them on him, some after. Nothing about this warm-up hurt Rob too much. Now and then he would gasp, surprised when a strike hurt more than the others. He could feel the return of a glowing heat. He waited patiently, knowing she had an entire plan, concentrating on keeping his breathing steady and quiet.

After fifteen minutes of beating him in odd intervals, Cathy inspected his bum and upper thighs. She ran her fingertips over the skin she was inspecting, which caused a momentary stiffening of his dick. "You're pretty red now," she said.

Rob didn't reply, he was determined to simply let this episode take place.

Cathy didn't want to call him slave or sissy, but she also didn't want to let the formalities be forgotten. "What do you say?"

"Thank you Mistress Cathy," Rob replied.

Cathy and Helena were both out of Rob's sight. He couldn't see the smile Helena and Cathy exchanged.

Cathy walked around to face Rob again, her hands at her sides. "I will proceed to the second stage, using the flogger on you. This will build up as we proceed. We must stimulate your nipples again." In an instant she put a clamp under each of Rob's nipples. They were connected by a chain and she hung a small weight in the middle. Each time Rob moved his body, the weight would wiggle, tugging at the clamps. Rob would get his endorphins.

Following her plan, she didn't use much force with the flogger, but each time she hit Rob, he moaned a bit. After five minutes or so, she released the clamps on Rob's nipples, the blood flowed back and now he felt much more pain.

"Ah! That really stings!"

Cathy corrected him. "That stings, Mistress."

"Sorry Mistress."

Cathy continued with the flogger, this time with more vigor. The strings made a swoosh sound before they hit Rob. She had warmed him up thoroughly; this flogging hurt, but he soon understood he could endure it. Helena stepped before Rob, her eyes holding his. Rob felt her hand touching his dick. She'd lubricated her palms; his involuntarily movement in response to the blows from Cathy rubbed himself across Helena's hand.

It wasn't a minute before Helena looked down to Rob's firm dick in her sensuous hand. "Mistress Cathy, we must do something about this."

Cathy stopped, walked to a refrigerator and took out a frozen compress. Rob couldn't see what she brought over. Before he knew it, Cathy had wrapped his dick in ice. Rob shrieked out of surprise, then panted as the sensation overcame him. Helena almost laughed, but she knew she had to maintain the serious spirit of the session and avoid angering him.

"Now the third part."

It was time for the cane. Cathy knew Rob might bruise; some people bruise quickly, others less so, depending on the force. She touched him a few times to get the right angle then make her first stroke. Whack! If Rob could move at all he would have jumped. He got another hit, just beside the first. With each hit, Rob's entire body jerked in an involuntary response. Helena took him in her hand again, stroking slowly. Rob moaned again, a different moan, at her touch.

The caning felt more severe than he had ever experienced before, not even from Marion. Cathy inspected the bruises after three strokes of the cane, they were pretty normal, she was hitting him about right. She repeated the blows, each on another part of his bum, next to each other, until Rob had four bruises on each bum.

She grabbed a second compress. Rob again shrieked when he felt the shock of the cold on his dick.

Then Cathy gave him two more strokes on each upper thigh.

"Prepare for the pain Rob, are you ready?"

"Yes Mistress," Rob answered.

Cathy touched him a few times on his inner thigh, a very sensitive part of the human body, but harmless; she gave him one firm blow. Rob gave a shriek when he received the blow.

"No more of those, never!" The tone of his voice was unmistakable, he was suddenly angry. Helena was surprised at how quickly his erection disappeared.

"We are done, you behaved well," Cathy said. "For a beginner you have a pretty high tolerance."

Rob said nothing. With it over, he found he was angry he'd had to endure it. He was working at controlling his feelings.

"Have you nothing to say?" Cathy asked. "It is customary to thank the mistress for her attention."

"High tolerance? It hurt like hell, I never asked for this. Release me." Cathy and Helena exchanged glances, surprised and frightened by his response. Cathy did nothing to release him.

His body glowed, he felt pretty good, except for the lingering line of pain from the very last blow. He also felt a new kind of energy.

"How do you feel now, Rob?" Helena asked.

"Pissed off." His anger at the beating was fading, now he was unsettled they told him it was over but wouldn't release him. Soon they would face the price for what had been done.

"Don't be a sissy, Rob, just one hit hurt you. The rest, the first hundred, weren't too bad, was it? So how are you feeling, physically?"

"I feel as if I had run a long time and now need to rest. And don't ever use the word sissy with me again."

"You're beginning to feel the endorphins I told you about. Some people are addicted to this feeling."

"No one is doing anything to release me. Now I am worried about what else you have planned." He spoke in a clear voice with careful diction and an even tone, as though he was delivering a legal warning.

This time they responded. The extra straps came off quickly. As Cathy released his legs, Helena gave Rob a kiss.

"Doesn't your Mistress get a kiss too?" Cathy asked, stepping before him. Helena started on releasing his ankles.

Rob wasn't in the mood to kiss her and tried to turn aside, but Cathy took his cheeks in her both hands and kissed him. She took a second kiss, this time even pushing her tongue into his mouth. Rob, unable to resist, kissed her back. Helena, releasing the second ankle, could see he was getting hard again.

Cathy and Helena each worked at a wrist to fully release him.

Rob said. "I still think you went too far with the final blow. Did you not learn from our last session? Apparently my inner thigh is more sensitive."

Cathy defended herself calmly. "Your limits vary with how the pain is obtained, we test all your limits. Now, we know it's not for you." It was disappointing to hear him critical instead of grateful.

As soon as Rob stepped back from the X-cross, Cathy grabbed him and French kissed him another time, her arms around him, pulling his body against hers. She intended it as a gesture of reconciliation. Letting go of Rob, she turned to Helena. "Sorry, Helena, ordinarily such a thing isn't considered appropriate, but I've wanted to do it from the moment in the living room when Rob controlled his temper and agreed to come back out with us. Rob is quite a strong man and he showed us a very positive side of his strength, tempered by tenderness and a willingness to follow our lead. Rob is strong enough to submit to us. I am proud of him.

"I wanted to kiss him there and then, as he served dessert. I was upset, I had so many emotions, I'm not such a strong-minded mistress that I can always control my emotions." She stepped to Helena, kissing her on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder. "Please forgive me."

"It's all right; its seems many women react to him in just just the same way. I've had the same feelings myself."

Rob had to put on his clothes again, but Helena and Cathy just put their coats back on and ran up the garden path to Cathy's door. Rob locked the funhouse door and followed slowly. He felt no hurry, he enjoyed seeing stars showing between the moonlit clouds. Once inside he found Cathy and Helena had simply dropped their coats, returning to provocative exposure. He ignored their state, dropping the key on Cathy's kitchen table. "I'll go take a shower."

He intended to push them away still more, but Cathy had no interest of letting him escape. What was to follow was connected to what he'd endured. "Shall we shower together and then make love? I really need it."

Helena joined in. "As do I."

Cathy led up the stair. Rob was right behind her and enjoyed the view. "Nice bum."

He was immediately poked in his bum by Helena, behind him. "Behave yourself, we hardly know each other." Rob grinned over his shoulder, Helena was also smiling.

Cathy's shower, warm and steamy, made Rob felt even more tired. He sat on the floor, letting the splashing water pour over him indiscriminately as the two women showered, just over him.

When Cathy and Helena finished showering and stepped out to dry, he stood, letting the spray batter his head and face. He turned, the hot stream massaged his back and bum and eased the pain. He was feeling a bit more relaxed, but also not quite free of the anger raised by what had been done to him.

As soon as he stepped out of the shower, he turned to look in the mirror. His behind was still very red. The bruised lines from the caning were evident, but not as prominent as he'd expected. Cathy was right, it was temporary. It hurt a lot, it was still painful, but after the beating he felt good. He could imagine people enjoying this kind of game. He picked up a towel and began to dry.

Helena popped her head in. "Are you ready, dear?"

"Almost." He slowed down to dry thoroughly. He considered refusing to have sex, but decided against the impulse. He saw a bottle of mouthwash and rinsed his mouth. Then the door opened and Helena's hand set something lacy on the shelf beside the door. "Put this on Rob." He turned only in time to see her arm disappear, the door closing.

She had given him a suspender belt and stockings. Rob smiled; Cathy wanted to see him in lingerie again. He didn't mind at all. His mood lightened, he dressed. He could hear Cathy and Helena giggling. When he stepped into the bedroom, they were on the bed, on their hands and knees, their arses turned to him, their cunts inviting and waiting. They, too, were wearing nothing but stockings and suspender belts.

Rob chuckled. "Let me go fetch my phone, I must take a picture."

The two women giggled and turned around. Cathy struck a provocative pose. "Helena says you like to fuck wearing lingerie. I'd like to try that."

"Yes Rob, give us your best shot." Helena's voice was mischievous. The two spread their lips open, showing Rob they were both already getting wet.

"You are both horny sluts." The tone of his voice told them he approved.

"And you are a sissy." Cathy's response was defiant. "Come to us, Rob."

Rob gave her a sharp look, but let it drop. He joined them on the bed.

And just as with Kim and Helena, then with Marion and Helena, they laid him on his back. Cathy straddled him and guided his stiff dick into her. Helena took the queen position over Rob's face, who began to lick at Helena with enthusiasm.

Cathy was different than Marion or Kim, it had been a long time for her without a man; she went wild. She squeezed her own breasts, pinched her nipples, tugged at her rings, her head thrown back as she cried, "oh god, oh god, yes!" Rob reached down between her legs. He found he could just reach far enough to gently tug on her rings, a fingertip just brushing across her clit as she moved. Each time Cathy dropped down, taking the whole of his dick inside her body a feeling of lust went through his groin. He felt the sensation of an orgasm trying to over come him and fought it back.

When Cathy climaxed she cried and wept and her body was shaking and trembling. Her hands dropped to his chest to steady herself, his hands closed over hers. She felt a wonderful blend of strength and tenderness from him. For the longest time she simply sat there, impaled on Rob, enjoying the afterglow. His dick was still hard, it felt wonderful in her. but she also knew Helena wanted her share. Reluctantly she climbed off him, dropping to lay beside him. Watching Helena move her hips as Rob's unseen face licked her, she started to rub her clit.

Rob was surprised, it had not required much to bring Cathy to an orgasm and he'd managed to hold back from coming himself. He continued lapping Helena's cunt; she moved her hips and sometimes held his head as she let herself drift in her passion. Helena rubbed her clit then Rob tongued her there, circling and pushing.

Cathy slipped back over Rob. She sighed as she gave herself over to the pleasure of sliding him back in. She was almost immediately ecstatic again. Rob and Helena were surprised about the foul language Cathy used to inspire herself: "Oh yes, horny fucker, give it to me. This slut wants her hole filled. I want your dick, your dripping hard dick, I need your cock, give it to me, give it to me, I love cock."

Her words also helped get Helena and Rob get more excited. Soon Helena was coming. Rob's face now a wet mess as he concentrated on her clit. Cathy came again just a minute later, her cunt muscles squeezing tight around Rob's dick. Rob stopped fighting the urge and let loose. Passive no longer with Cathy, he pushed up his hips upwards to explode jet after jet into her. Helena got off Rob first, Cathy sat on him panting as he softened. When she finally did rise and fell beside him on the bed, both his belly and her thighs were covered in a mixture of their fluids.

"Thank you Rob. Helena, thank you as well for letting me borrow your future husband." Cathy sighed gratefully. She reached for Rob's dick again, but he objected.

"Please, can I rest for a bit? I could use some time to recuperate."

With a sigh of disappointment Cathy stopped caressing, but she still held his dick in her hands. She can't get enough, Rob thought.

"Maybe you want to play with me Cathy," Helena suggested. "Did you ever try the scissor position? Since we're both already wet, it should be very nice."

Of course Cathy wanted to try this and soon the two opposite each other, legs intertwined, Cathy on her back and Helena on her side. With Helena's guidance Cathy positioned her legs and eased close to Helena until their cunts were in contact. Helena lay next to Rob, looking at him as she and Cathy rubbed against each other. Rob kissed Helena and she pulled him to her. They kissed passionately, Helena pushing her tongue into his mouth, he into hers. Rob caressed her breasts, then moved to pulling her nipples when he saw Cathy pulling at her own. In little time Cathy, still hot, climaxed first.

Soon Rob, playing with Helena's nipples, felt her stiffen, trembling and moaning as she had another orgasm.

The two women continued without changing position until they each had another orgasm, then Helena asked Cathy to stop. Panting from their recent orgasms, the two women lay down next to Rob again, heads on his shoulders. Both women put a leg over one of Rob's and started slowly to rub his legs. Since they were all still wearing nylon stockings, they all thought it felt sensuous, especially Rob. Cathy felt asleep within minutes, Helen soon after.

Rob lay awake, comparing the good feeling of the sex to the discomfort of the session. He wasn't sure the pleasure was worth the pain.

In the middle of the night he woke up because he was cold. Helena had rolled away, her back to him. He eased his arm out from under Cathy and left the bed. He found the sheet and blanket in a pile at the foot of the bed and covered Cathy and Helena. Carefully, he slid back between them. Soon he was asleep again.