Demo sub Ch. 02: On Your Knees

I knelt on the floor at her feet. My wife Elena held the owner-end of my leash. Naked and collared, I waited while Mistress Morgan gave Elena feedback from my first session as her demo sub.

She had used me to demonstrate the art of cock-control for some of her female clients. Mistress Morgan felt that real cock control began with orgasm control and dominating a man's orgasm was best accomplished by keeping him dependent on a regular milking schedule. To do that, and do it well, some basic working knowledge of how to milk a man was required.

She used me to illustrate her point in front of a group of highly excited suburban women, then she let them practice on me. It had been difficult not to ejaculate prematurely, but Mistress Morgan was an expert at edging me without actually permitting me to cum. So I put my cock in her hands and trusted her judgement. She did her best to teach the others how to do the same. I thought I had responded well for them.

"He was perfect, Elena. Submissive, obedient, erect when I needed him to be and he managed to hold off until he had permission. As a result of our session yesterday afternoon I have three new, very lucrative referrals. A couple of the women may turn out to be more than just clients. Two of them seem to be natural fits when it comes to the fine art of cock-control. I'm sure you know what I mean." Mistress Morgan paused to let her words find their mark.

"In any case, as a result of some very horny women appreciating how well your husband performed, I am now in a better position to expand my business. As mentioned, a couple of the women are more naturally inclined to take charge. If all goes well, I may be able to hire them as milkmaids to help demonstrate my services. I can book them with demonstration gigs and even supply demo subs if they don't want to use their own. Although, they would need to show me that they have their own men under control before I would loan them subs from my stable.

But you already have a well-tested sub-slut. How about it? Would you consider a well-paid, part time job? You and your sub would be perfect."

Elena sat and considered the offer. She looked at her man-slut on his knees at a convenient height with his cock half-erect. He was relatively oblivious to the conversation concerning his fate. She reached out and played with his semi-erection, running her fingers casually along the shaft. Her hand fluttered up and down then suddenly gripped the cock hard. The sub grunted and jerked reflexively. She knew he would do whatever she told him to do. So the only question was, should she pimp him out or not? Mistress Morgan saw her hesitation and pressed ahead with her demo idea.

"You would retain complete control. You decide when he cums and who milks him. I know you're not interested in sharing him, and that's fine, but think about this. As long as the educational benefits of the session are made available to my clients, you can run your own show."

"So I would milk him in front of other women who would then get to practise what they saw demonstrated. Basically, practise their technique on him?"

"Yes, you understand perfectly. But remember, you control who makes him cum. You can reserve that highlight for yourself or reward a member of your group. If you choose one of them, try to pick one of the women who you think might be interested in learning more about Kink, women who might be into taking some private lessons. That's where the real opportunity will be; finding dominant women with money who are tired of pretending to be helpless, but are not sure how to turn things around. We can help, right? What do you say?"

My mistress pulled my leash taut. She reached forward and slapped my erection, then tossed the leash to Mistress Morgan who pulled it tight. I shuffled along on my knees, following the leash. Mistress Morgan took over keeping my cock stiff while she chatted with Elena. She and Elena had an understanding; she who holds the leash controls the sub. Both women smiled at my eager compliance to the hand-off and returned to their conversation.

"Why not," my wife said. All that training should be appreciated, I guess. I like the idea of working with you Morgan, and I have to say, I am fascinated with how well he responded to your audience. I didn't think he could cum for just anyone, present company excluded of course."

"Looks like he can give it up for whoever the designated authority is, Elena. One of my new clients was able to make him produce his own lube before she let him unload in her hand. It was quite inspiring for the others.

But enough about how well your slut performed. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that three of my new clients are able to take videos of their bulls being milked. I'd like you to review them with me before I set out individual progress routines. Each client will have a milking regimen, tailor-made for their bull. Scheduled in-person review sessions will help assure compliance and allow for adjustments based on feedback from both mistresses and subs."

"Yeah, I'm over the moon for you. Ok, so how often would I need to bring him to a session? I mean, would this tie up a lot of my time?"

"Not really. It all depends on how demand for the service grows, but in your case, you would primarily be demonstrating to prospective clients, so you could set your own hours. If you're agreeable I will include your sub in my stable of volunteers. Just let me know when you're available and I'll reserve him accordingly. Otherwise I will use him on a weekly rotation basis. I think he's good for three or four sessions per week don't you?"

"Certainly. He would like to cum at least once a day if allowed and be spanked whenever the opportunity arises. As discussed, I just don't have the time, so you keeping him horny and milked through the week would be doing me a favour."

"Oh, by the way Elena, as his owner you would collect a nice rental fee for each session regardless of who uses him. Sound like a deal?"

"Yup. Sounds pretty sweet. When do we start?"

"Well, I'm going to be busy for the next few weeks setting up milking schedules, helping clients train their novice subs and educating my milkmaids, but I have one gig all lined up if you're interested. Honestly, the client is a little odd but she is paying well and the fee is all yours, to mark the start of our profitable relationship."

"Odd how?"

"Oh, pretty odd. Just curious, can your sub act like a dog? Would he sit up and beg for treats and wag his ass if it had a dildo tail in it? She's gonna wanna take him for a walk and watch him hump someone else's female sub too, if that's not too outside his boundaries."

"Uh, I guess. So she wants to rent a pet?"

"She wants to try this pet thing out on a man, but she doesn't want to be responsible for him. As far as my client is concerned, caring about the sub would be your job, not hers, get it? She will probably want to punish the male pet for jumping a female without permission, if that plays well with you.

Essentially, she wants a sub-slut that can play a role. You would be giving her an opportunity to indulge her fantasy for a couple of hours this weekend. Are you in?"

"Sure, sounds relatively harmless and I'd be there to make sure it is, right?"

"Of course. He will just have to do humiliating tricks like beg and roll over, walk on a leash and maybe fuck a she-sub. Oh, and no clothes from the get-go. She wants him naked, collared and on all fours right away."

"Not a problem, I keep him naked and collared most of the time anyway. Hmmm, I have a friend who can deliver him in a kennel if that's in line with her fantasy. She can sign for his delivery like she's receiving a package from DHL."

"Ooo yes! Brilliant idea. You see why I want you as a thinking partner in this endeavour."

"He's beginning to grunt, Morgan. Better ease up on the stroking, an accidental orgasm is not in his schedule. Besides, just being around you is rewarding enough for my slut," Elena laughed.

"Now now, don't be so possessive, you know you love sharing him. You just don't like the idea of losing control of him. You don't need to worry. Believe me, the only reason he cums for me is because you told him to." Mistress Morgan smiled in recollection. "But he does cum much quicker now doesn't he? Or are the two of us just twice as demanding?"

Mistress Morgan seemed to have forgotten that she was stroking my rigid cock faster, right up until it erupted in her hand. I didn't ask for permission but I couldn't have stopped anyway. Her relentless pumping finally pushed me over the edge. Mistress laughed and shoved me away from her but it was too late.

The cum went everywhere, on the hardwood floor, all over Mistress Morgan's knees, on her shoes. I knew I would be punished but right then, it was worth it. Besides, other than a spanking that went on too long, what could she do to me? She just agreed to having me milked several times a week. Clearly extended denial wouldn't be used to correct my behaviour.

"Oh fuck! Thanks! Now I have to figure out how and when to punish him for having an orgasm without asking for permission. He can't be allowed to get away with that kind of disobedience. Any ideas, since you're clearly responsible for his misbehaviour?"

"Hey! That's not my cock still convulsing all over the floor. Seems to me it's your sub's fault for not begging for permission. Anyway, yes I have an idea.

String him up to that overhead pully in the basement until he's on his toes. I have a brand new whip I want to break-in on a tight sub ass. I promise tears and respect for the rules when I'm done with him."

My wife took my lead and they walked me down into our basement slash playroom. Snapping the light on in the basement meant spotlighting the center of the sprawling room.

Other than steel rings embedded in the floor about four feet apart and an overhead pully in the center of the ceiling, there was nothing too special about the basement. Unfinished cinder block walls, little windows high up, tile floor, a sink and toilet in one corner, man-size dog kennel in another corner.

Mistress Morgan pulled the chain tight and I stood on my toes with my arms stretched straight up. She fastened a three foot spreader bar between my ankles then attached my balls to it with a piece of soft cord. She stiffened my cock and stood back from her work. With my arms stretched over my head, my legs forced apart and my balls tied to a spreader bar, I had to arch my back and stick my ass out just to stay balanced on my toes.

"Perfect. Let's see how long that cock can stay hard once the real whipping starts. I'm guessing the pain will make him hornier, but we'll see. Sooner or later they all cry and beg me to stop. But you know what they say; spare the whip, spoil the sub."

"Really, they say that?"

"Well they should. If you let him get away with disobedience he will repeat the offence. I will punish him until he genuinely regrets his error, trust me."

Mistress Morgan walked slowly around me uncoiling a braided whip. Her hands on my body were a claim of ownership, maybe an expression of passion, but not a gesture of affection. She trailed the whip across my back and between my buttocks. Her hands slid between my ass cheeks and cupped my tethered balls.

"Watch how he eventually deals with the pain Elena, certainly he will squirm and beg. When his ass is bright pink he will threaten and cry. But then he will accept the pain. It will become pleasurable. Seriously, I bet his cock will still be hard.

"CRACK!"

The first stroke of her whip burned a line of fire along my ass and I yelped involuntarily and struggled to maintain my balance. The pain was bearable, even enjoyable. I liked the humiliation of my bondage and I was still hard after the first stroke. By the tenth stroke she took a break.

"His ass is pink and he's still feeling horny, but from here on, he's not going to like it. At least, not right away. Elena, be a dear and see how long you can keep his cock hard while he accepts the pain. Make him cum while I'm whipping him if you can."

A slow smile spread across Elena's face. She seized my erect cock with both hands, then knelt in front of me and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked over the head of my erection.

"Just let it come, slut. You have permission." She slid her tongue down the shaft of my cock. Her lips caught up with her tongue. She managed to get most of the cock into her mouth and down her throat without gagging.

"CRACK!"

The sting of Mistress Morgan's whip suddenly seemed less acute. The spectacle of my Domme sucking my cock and the sensation of an impending orgasm all but obliterated the feel of the whip on my ass.

Yes it stung. As the lashes continued it felt like my ass was on fire. But I trusted Mistress Morgan to know what my limits were. She would stop before she harmed me and I didn't have a choice anyway. I focused on the pleasure of cumming in my Domme's mouth.

Mistress Morgan lashed my ass one last time before she gave me to Elena. Elena held me by my stretched balls and forced my cock down her throat. Her lips sealed around the base of the shaft and sucked. My cock unloaded into Elena's mouth in instant obedience. Pleasure and pain melded onto one ecstatic moment. It happened before I could think about being disobedient and to my amazement she swallowed all of it.

"Oh my god! I don't think I've ever seen a Domme do that to her sub. That was amazing! I'm pretty sure I could have raised a few welts and he would have begged for more. Elena you have got to show me how to do that."

"You want me to show you how to suck a cock? You're kidding right?"

"No-no, you made him cum while he was in pain. That's tough to do. You have a rare skill, honey. You should think about giving a workshop. I'm sure the suburban ladies network would pay big to learn how to do that."

Elena laughed. "I only wish I could have seen the look on his face when I swallowed his load."

"Well," Mistress Morgan replied, "I'm a fast learner. Once his ass recovers, show me how and we can practise till I'm good at it."