Learning to Serve: Stability

Learning to Serve: Stability

Scott immediately released Charlotte and helped her to her room, guiding her to rest on the bed. He ran a warm bubble bath, ensuring it was refreshing and with purpose. Once she was in the bath, relaxing, he excused himself, as he had to attend to Goddess.

Opening the refrigerator, Scott knew that more provisions needed to be bought. But, he was able to put together a salad with grilled chicken and a small charcuterie board with cheese, veggies, and crackers. He took one tray up to Goddess Kim, along with a glass of Pinot Grigio and a tall glass of water.

"How is your Mistress?" Kim asked with a wide smile, already knowing the answer.

"Uh, I am not entirely certain, Goddess, but as long as you do not need my services any more, I will attend to her immediately."

"No, you are of no need. Your cock was sufficient enough. Be sure you wake me up at 5:30, and be sure it is you; let your Mistress sleep in and rest."

"Certainly Goddess, enjoy your sleep."

After leaving the tray of food and drink for Goddess Kim, Scott went back downstairs, retrieved the other tray and brought it to Charlotte. Handing her the glass of wine and placing a small plate of cheese and crackers on the ledge of the tub surround, he knelt down on the bath mat, loofah in hand, and began at her shoulders, rubbing firmly, but gently.

Charlotte leaned forward, allowing Scott to access her back, then leaning back, he worked on her front, and then finally each leg. His touch was divine. As the emotional toll of the last twenty-four hours seemed to wash away with each touch on his hands, Charlotte felt a stirring deep inside of her, similar to past feelings, but certainly spurred by a different person.

Both Mistress and sub relished the aftercare for diametrically opposed reasons. Charlotte, used to Goddess Kim's touch, was slowly building an intense affection for the man kneeling beside her tub. The combination of his hardened body, substantial cock, and subservient actions enthralled and excited the beautiful switch. He not only made her feel safe, but also provided her with a rush of power, knowing that he was ultimately there to serve her needs.

Scott, on the other hand, had begun his journey into this lifestyle under unique circumstances. The young stud had always been a ladies' man, fully satisfying them, but also using them for his pleasure and desires. Now, this strong, assertive, and self-serving "player" was addressing a submissiveness that really began as a question. But, with each moment he spent with these two captivating women, he was tumbling further and further into a life of servitude.

After drying Charlotte's body completely and tucking her in, as much as the aspiring young Domme wanted to feel Scott's body next to hers, she directed him to sleep at the foot of her bed. Kim was an excellent mentor and the brunette switch knew from personal experience that denying their submissive intimate human contact would further define the line of demarcation between sub and Domme.

Although Charlotte dropped off to sleep almost immediately, Scott's mind was a jumble of events, people, feelings and images. Trying to make sense of his situation actually was the impetus for sleep as he finally closed his eyes out of sheer exhaustion.

Scott was up at 5, no alarm, just instinct. He started a pot of coffee for the household, put the dishes away from the dishwasher, and then proceeded upstairs to Goddess Kim's room.

He approached the room with a hint of trepidation. He had serviced the beautiful Asian temptress many times before, but there was something much more intimate about waking her up in the morning with his mouth. This was one of Charlotte's primary duties, but Scott was "kneeling in" for his exhausted Mistress. It was a time of service, but it was also a time of quiet sharing where the submissive was able to subtly set the initial tone, ultimately deciding how to awaken his superior.

Quietly entering the room, heart rate rapidly increasing, the young submissive was enraptured by the beauty lying on the bed. Sleep masked the enchantingly sadistic Goddess, capable of a myriad of delectable ideas to torment. No, before Scott was a remarkably attractive brown skin beauty, her jet black hair cascading on the pillow, head tilted to the right, her high cheek bones, soft lips, and rounded features of her face spoke to more of an angel than a Domme. Her sheets were only halfway up her body, so her pert b cup breasts jutted forward with no sag from a mixture of their smaller size and an intense workout schedule.

If she was not such a powerhouse in the business world, she would most likely be a model, movie star or on the arm of a very rich man. But, Kim Liu was a woman of action, not predisposed to serving any man or misogynist tendencies, but used to forging her own way through savvy grit, determination, and superior intelligence.

The intimacy of it all, nuzzling up to the folds of her exquisite sex, breathing deeply, intoxicated by the earthy, coppery essence of her sweet pussy. His flattened tongue tingled on contact, delivering a jolt of pleasure to both Goddess and sub. The heady aroma of her sweet juices acted as an aphrodisiac to the young man, working to entice him more, fueling and feeding the need to taste her further. He understood why Charlotte was so taken with this woman. Her poise, her physical being, and her primal sexual presence was even more potent than the sweet juices that flowed from her addictive pussy.

Kim's spread legs moved subtly up and back, her hips gently shifting from side to side in her semi-conscious state. Since training her gorgeous nineteen year old personal assistant eight years ago, there were very few mornings that Kim went without a proper wake up call. Now, she had two servants to perform the task as her muscled stud remained entrenched between her legs, lapping gently at her ever moistening folds.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM, very nice pet, you are learning quite quickly," the exotic temptress said as her left hand reached behind the focused pussy licker's head, pulling him tighter to her essence.

"MMMMMMMM, YES, right there pet, right there."

Emboldened by his owner's words and thrusting hips, Scott redoubled his efforts, licking up through her labia lips, landing on her clit and then remaining there for extended periods of time.

Then, Kim's well toned thighs gripped the sides of Scott's head, squeezing his jaw, making it difficult for the young man to maneuver. Holding him in her leg lock, she further secured him by placing her other hand on the back of his head, securing him there with her clit as the sole focus of his being. It was as if the man's head was attached to this sweet pussy for when Kim raised or bucked her hips, her grip on him was so tight that he naturally followed, tongue moving the entire time.

With staggered breath and rhythmic gyrating hips, Kim's hands fisted Scott's hair, holding him there, fucking his face with her divine pussy, using him how she pleased. Scott held his tongue out, licking when he could, keeping it stiff as the woman who had taken control of his life continued to grind on him. Aching jaw and all, Scott kept pace, drinking in the now flowing juices as Kim's possession of his mouth intensified.

"UHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH, YES, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE MY PET! KEEP WORKING, KEEP PLEASING ME! YOU ARE MINE, YOUR MOUTH IS MINE, YOUR COCK IS MINE, YOUR ASS IS MINE! MMMMMMMMM, YES, AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Kim came violently on the struggling man's face. Fighting to catch his breath, he remained entrenched between her squeezing legs. A singular focus on her pleasure pushed him to somehow continue to drink her juices as the Asian beauty's legs spasmed, sending jet after jet of juice onto her captive pussy licker.

Caught in the throes of power, Kim's normally strong orgasm was taken to another level. The high of owning this twenty-five year old, muscled stud with a great cock and also having a twenty-eight year old sapphic lover who she was training to be a dynamic force like herself overwhelmed the stern and measured Domme. The culmination of all the work, instruction, and domination was dripping on Scott's face, running down his chin and onto his chest as his supreme Goddess released her grip, lying back contentedly, satisfied with her conquest.

Gasping for breath, Scott, still kneeling, jutted upright from her legs, blood rushing back to his hazy head, drunk on his Goddess's juices, happy to have been liberated and immediately disappointed with the void he felt when she pushed him away with the heel of her right foot.

"Go now, we will see you Wednesday."

There was nothing else. Scott made his way to the kitchen, to the mudroom where his clothes were. On top of his clothes was his "everyday" collar, the necklace with the Taoist pendant. Unlocking his solid silver collar, he placed it in the cubby hole, taking his clothes and changing quickly to leave.

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Although it was only three work days, the break in contact with the beautiful women who now owned him was unsettling. Since it was near the end of the school year, Scott had no extra curricular obligations and was able to be at Kim's Victorian abode by 3:30.

The young man felt at peace once he was naked in the house, wearing only the silver collar. He dutifully went about his usual tasks, ensuring that all areas of the home were cleaned, dusted, and tidied up. But, he was still unsettled, not having served or even gazed upon the beautiful women who consumed his life.

Charlotte arrived around 6:00 p. m., donned in workout gear, flushed from an intense Jazzercise class. Smiling broadly when she saw her new love interest dusting the bookshelves in the living room, the ever growing Domme in her wanted to set the tone and reset the roles.

"Come here pet, I have an oral assignment."

Scott was immediately kneeling in front of his Mistress as she sat at one of the barstools at the breakfast bar. Looking up in anticipation, the strong smell of her pussy and ass immediately hardened the young man's cock.

"HMMMMMM, it appears someone is happy to see me, huh, pet?"

"Yes, yes Mistress, more than anything."

"Good, then, why don't you massage my pussy and ass with that gifted tongue of yours. I still have a little more tension after my hour workout."

Her casual nature, as if this was normal pushed Scott directly into subspace. He walked to her, kneeled, and asked, "Mistress, may I have the honor of tasting your essence? I desire nothing more than to ensure that you are tension free."

Kneeling before her with a lowered head, he was a perfect contrast of the muscled stud who now only yearned to serve. He was a man who could have most women, but now was enchanted by this woman and her mentor, wishing for nothing more than to be able to taste her strong musk.

Charlotte reached down, palming his chin, she looked deep into his eyes, "Your place is to serve and there is nothing more that would please me than you paying homage to my holes."

Scott placed his hands on each of her toned hamstrings, pushing up a bit to reveal her backside and her sweet looking star. It was tight, pink, and winking a bit, a far cry from how it looked the first time they had touched when he had his cock completely buried in her, pounding her with a vengeful fury.

Now, her backside was beckoning, the powerful earthy scent, a hook that pulled him closer to her nether regions. Her hips lurched forward a bit when his tongue first contacted her asshole. The unrestrained secretions from her workout made for a more powerful odor than ever before. Her crack had a dank, salty, and bitter taste. It was not sweet at all, but the earthy musk excited him all the more as he began eagerly licking, becoming more consumed with his task with each intoxicating lap of his tongue.

The more the submissive licked, the more he desired. Each stroke of his tongue on her bitter asshole made his cock pulse. It was a far cry from the man he once was, a user of women, one who would take what he wanted, seeking his pleasure and then discarding the source of flesh he used. No, now, he was reprogrammed by his Asian goddess, seeking only to please the powerfully sexy brunette that he knelt before. Gaining more pleasure by orally serving her ass than he ever achieved with any one night stand.

"MMMMM, yes, that's it my dear, get your tongue further in my asshole. Yes, work for me, work to taste more of me. Yes, Yes, that is so very nice. Keep working," Charlotte encouragingly commanded, fisting the sub's hair with both hands, she forced his tongue deeper into her increasingly sensitive asshole.

"MMMMMMM, very good boy. You are so willing to please your Mistress. Stick your tongue up my ass. MMMMMMM, yes, work it up there. Worship me and my ass. It is obvious that this is where you belong," the stunningly hot brunette cooed.

As Scott stiffened his tongue, pushing it up into her back canal, his nose contacted the lower lips of her pussy, sending an additional jolt of excitement through his body. Like her backside, Charlotte's pussy had a much more pungent smell, danker, deeper, but unlike her asshole, her pussy was still pleasant tasting, now more intense and concentrated.

As he worked his tongue up her grinding asshole, his Mistress played with her clit, quickly elevating her pleasure. Her pussy juice began to run down her slave's nose, leaving droplets of her essence on his extended tongue, mixing some more sweet pungent essence with the more acrid taste of her ass.

As the frenzied woman neared orgasm, the kneeling sub humped the air with his turgid pole, desperate to be touched or used in some manner. Scott's cockhead was glistening with droplets of precum, a deep desire for any type of friction on his cock was denied.

With her right hand curling into his hair, holding the obedient ass licker's head in place, Charlotte's left hand brought her to a powerful orgasm. Her juices flowed out of her, flooding the captive man's nose, her balled fist twisted the clump of hair in her hand, forcing his tongue somehow further into her ass.

"AAAHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMM, UHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH, YESSSSSS! MMMM, MMMM, MMMMM, UHH, UHHH, UHHHHH, AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUCCCKKKKK! YES!"

Charlotte's second surge of fluids exploded as her juices squirted on the dutiful slave's forehead, hair, and down his back, coating him with three full splashes of squirting woman juice.

For as violently as she came, Charlotte collapsed just as abruptly, releasing her grip on his balled hair as her legs fell to the kneeling man's back, resting comfortably as he served as a makeshift stepstool. They remained in that position for a few minutes as the beautiful brunette Domme gathered herself.

With the tingling sensation throughout her body abating, the Domme in training slid her legs off of her makeshift ottoman. Although her legs were still trembling, she somehow managed to stand.

"Mmmmmmmm, that was well done my dear. Come along." She directed as she disregarded his leash, opting to lead him by his still engorged cock.

The pair went straight to her ensuite, wasting little time in removing the remainder of Charlotte's clothes. In minutes, her toned body was under a sea of bubbles as a dutiful slave kneeled outside the tub, carefully caressing her entire body with a loofah and wash cloth.

Charlotte relished the pampering of her submissive's firm hands, caressing her body, washing the mixture of sweat, saliva, and orgasm from her toned body. Slightly massaging her body as he went, their intimacy strengthening with each touch, so subtle that it was greater than either realized.

After her luxurious bath, the pair began preparing dinner, both donning clothes to avoid burns during preparation. Baked chicken breasts, oven roasted potatoes, and asparagus were paired with an Italian Pinot Grigio. Kim's timing was impeccable as always, arriving just as the food was being plated.

Kim kissed her sapphic love deeply, holding her taut body firm to hers, enjoying the familiarity while also embracing the knowledge that they both had a perfect slave to wait on them. It was not unusual for the two women to have dinner together at 8:30 or later, as the demands of a business made for inexact meal times. With two plates at the table, Kim and Charlotte sat down, as a now naked Scott served the food, poured wine and then kneeled obediently at the left side of the beautiful Asian temptress.

Raising a glass to her protege, the two radiant women clinked glasses. "To my beautiful lover," Kim toasted, staring adoringly at the dynamic woman that Charlotte was growing to be. The goddess was proud of her work and of how well she had helped shape the switch to be both compliant and submissive to her, but also domineering and assertive in business and with their newest slave.

As the two ate and drank, Kim casually fed Scott forkfuls of chicken, casually stroking his head as if she were petting an animal, never once looking or engaging him directly. Charlotte smiled knowingly, understanding the embarrassment of being relegated to being in the room and essentially treated as a non entity.

"So, Charlotte, you will take the slave on Wednesdays. He is yours to do with as you please. I cannot be bothered with taking time away from the business week to train him. I expect that you will continue to be exacting in his training, discipling him when needed, and ensuring that he understands his place in this house."

"Certainly Mistress Kim, thank you for your faith in me. You can count on me."

"I know that lover. You have come along quite nicely and have earned your time alone with the slave. Also, you can inform the slave that he will be subjected to weekly discipline to not only ensure his place, but also tickle his masochistic fancy."

The conversation continued for a while longer, adding details and dimensions to the dynamic: training schedules, work schedules, discipline of their slave, and the like. After the two finished the bottle of wine, Scott was ordered to clean, eat, and report to Kim's room in a half hour.

Scott entered Kim's room, kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting for the two lovers to finish. Charlotte was busy eating Kim to orgasm as Kim smiled over her lover's shoulder knowingly at her male submissive, and then refocusing her comforting words on Charlotte.

"OOOHHHH, MMMMMM, YES BABY, YES, YOU ARE THE BEST MY LOVE, MMMMMMMM" Kim moaned as she grabbed her lover's head as any residual tension from work washed away on the brunette's soft tongue.

After a brief rest and a deep and passionate kiss, Kim smiled, "Enjoy the use of your slave tonight dear, see you in the morning, as I expect you here."

Charlotte kissed her lover deeply one more time and then rising from the bed, negated to pull on her slave's leash, but grabbed his hard cock once again, leading him to her room.

Back in her room, Charlotte dropped the dominant persona quickly. The self-proclaimed lesbian had developed a deep appreciation for her submissive's cock. Since that first time at Joan's which was impersonal, forced, and just a part of her service, Mistress Charlotte had become infatuated with Scott's long, thick cock.

She wanted the feel of his manhood stretching her holes. His warm flesh, pressed deep inside of her, forcing her canal open, sliding in and out, over her g-spot, a strong, chiseled man on the other side of it. Charlotte kissed Scott deeply, as young lovers would do, easing him onto his back, straddling his hips, and guiding his manhood to her needy hole. It would be the first of many intimate embraces and positions of making love for the pair.

Scott was allowed to leave when Charlotte went to Kim's room for her morning oral wake up. The women readied for work, but uncharacteristically stopped at The Cafe for coffee, fruit, and croissants. There, Kim informed Charlotte of the changes that were to take place, the plan for this weekend, and just how pleased she was with her for Charlotte's execution of all Kim's instructions thus far.

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FRIDAY AT KIM'S

Scott arrived at Kim's house early, at four instead of the directed five. Once he was collared and nude, he set to cleaning, not immediately noticing the two sealed envelopes on the breakfast bar. Both envelopes were marked in capital letters, SLAVE, with one directing him to "open now" and another saying "open later".

A mix of trepidation and excitement crept through his being. Unsure what the envelope contained, Scott's senses were on heightened alert with anticipation. The instructions were direct: go downstairs, affix the gator nipple clamps, put on the cock and ball ring, place the leather cuffs with o rings on each appendage, put the ball gag in, place the noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finally the blindfold should go over his eyes.

Then, a final instruction: KNEEL AND WAIT PATIENTLY!

The wait for Goddess Kim was interminable. The submissive obediently kneeled in Nadu position for two hours. Finally, a subtle rush of air reached the sense deprived body of the kneeling slave.

Charlotte's hand sent a bolt of electricity through the obedient sub as she placed it under his left arm, guiding him to stand. Another jolt of tingling pleasure ran through the numbed slave when she gently pressed her lips to his left cheek, pausing to give him a loving peck, lingering a bit to ensure her lover that she was there for him.

Charlotte used gentle hands and fluid motions as she secured his unresisting arms to the restraints hanging from the ceiling above him. Her scent wafted through his nose, intensified by the lack of sight and sound. His cock, gripped by the cock ring was painfully hard, placing more pressure at the separation point between his balls and shaft.

Charlotte knelt down,, securing his ankles to the spreader bar to his. Once all four limbs were secured, she rose, stopping to press her lips to his other cheek. Again, an electric sensation shot through him.

Charlotte rose and stepped back, admiring the muscled and toned body before her. Her lover from Wednesday, now secured in preparation for the first of his weekly discipline sessions, looked so edible. If it were not for strict orders from Kim, she would have fucked him on the ground, before she secured him.

Now, the only contact she could have with him was specifically stated by Kim. Taking the leather belt paddle, an odd surge of hesitance and excitement ran through the young Domme's body. The anticipation of using and torturing the well endowed man in front of her overtook any sentimental idea she may have harbored. Pure lust for power and control took over.

As instructed, she began stroking his cock which made the ultra sensitive detainee writhe in uncontrolled need. Stopping, his leaking cock bobbed and winced from excitement.

WHAAAPPPP!!!!!!

Scott screamed as he bit down on the ball gag, his entire mind crushed with one smack, the belt paddle landing squarely under and up through his balls. Charlotte, alive with excitement as she smacked her captive lover's distressed balls, smiled to herself in a maniacal glee over his helplessness.

The beautiful young temptress gently massaged the secured man's balls. Rubbing away the hurt, bringing back a sense of calm and security to the point where her hand felt good. Her other hand began stroking his shaft again, precum forming rapidly.

WHAAAAPPPP!!!!!!

Screaming into the ball gag, tears trickling from his eyes, Scott tried to comprehend the mix of softness and cruelty from his beautiful captor. Just two nights ago they were in the depths of passion, making love, exploring each other's bodies in every imaginable way. And now, the maniacal bitch was torturing the same balls that had filled her up four times. Scott was thrown into the depths of confusion, neither comprehending his situation nor sure of what would come next.

WHAAAAPPPPP!!!!

WHAAAPPPPP!!!

WHAAAAPPPPP!!!!!

Three more blows landed on his balls, all from the bottom up, making them feel as if they were permanently lodged in his abdomen, never to be retrieved nor did he want them to be. The pain was one thing, but the utter feeling of betrayal by his sensual and sexy lover pushed all sense of normalcy from his mind.

He felt alone, abandoned, and utterly used like a thing, a toy, not even a pet, but just a hunk of meat the women could fuck with. Was this really what he signed up for? How the hell did he get here? He was a fucking stud, and although these two women he "served" were smoking hot, he had fucked just as hot, used them, made them do what he wanted, but now this enchantingly sweet and tender lover was just using him for sadistic pleasure.

As the abused captive's mind was flooded with countless questions, questions about abandonment, betrayal, and deception, the gorgeously sadistic brunette left the room. The tortured man was abandoned to his own thoughts, desires, and self.

Roughly an hour later, the dominant sapphic lovers stood holding and petting each other in the dungeon entrance. Charlotte's reaction to the ball torture even took Kim mildly by surprise. Her pussy was dripping from the abuse she inflicted upon their slave and when she walked up the stairs, she knelt before her Mistress and begged her to leave Scott hanging there for a little longer while they made love.

Encouraged by Charlotte's willingness to neglect the slave and bond further with her lover and mentor, Kim delayed the beginning of Scott's weekly beating, choosing to have her lover eat her to multiple orgasms and then returning the favor, a rare treat for the budding Domme.

Now the two stood, caressing each other, petting like lovers do, proud of the slave shackled before them. They kissed deeply, passionately, as if renewing their vows.

"Now, lover, the fun begins. We have a slave who is obedient, compliant, and as a bonus, he is a sexual savant. We must ensure that he remains that way. He is a pain slut, although he is not fully cognizant of it. But, that is an integral part of his weekly punishment, as well as your ball torture earlier.."

Kim had one hand on each of Charlotte's shoulders, looking intently and directly into the uncertain, but deep brown pools staring back.

"You have to trust me, my dear. I know that you were conflicted when you tortured our pet, but it is part of it all. He needs to be broken down, to have his ego offended by a woman, to be put in his place. And then, the same source of his discipline will be where he finds solace and comfort."

Charlotte slowly shook her head in agreement, still trying to process her conflicting feelings of guilt for treating Scott in this manner. But, she also couldn't ignore the overwhelmingly empowering strength she felt in subjecting their pet to the harsh treatment, not to mention the fact that she sopping wet once she reached Kim's bedroom.

"I know, Mistress, that you are correct. You have been correct during the entirety of his enslavement. I not only love you, but also trust you completely."

The two hugged firmly, kissed deeply one more time, and then Kim pulled Charlotte along by the hand to their bound slave.

Kim simultaneously snapped the nipple clamps off. Stepping back, she smirked as her pet writhed in agony as the blood rushed back to his swelling nipples.

Then, with no warning, WHAAAPPPPP!!!!!

Kim laughed sadistically as she struck the unprotected sub's balls with the belt paddle, creating not only pain, but a flood of emotions surrounding the entire experience and his choice to serve two women who are proving to be more and more sadistic as time passes.

After two more blows by Kim, the Asian sadist pulled Charlotte over, placed the belt paddle in her hand and nodded.

"GRRRR, UUUUHHHMMMPPPHHHH, UUUURRRRRRGGGGG, UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH!!!!" fell short in the ball gag from Charlotte's well placed blow.

Tears bled into the blindfold. Kim's warm body pressed against Scott's left side, contrasting the deep pain and nausea he was feeling, as she removed the covering to reveal Charlotte there, holding the instrument of pain, staring widely, both excited and alarmed. All appearances made it seem that the lithe brunette was the only sadist present to brutally attack the balls attached to such a nice cock.

The new Domme's sympathy was evident as soon as she saw the confused look of betrayal on the shackled male. Kim smiled knowingly as she cupped the throbbing balls with her feathery hand, massaging them gently to continue a pattern of pain and reward that would become a blueprint for much of his training. Also, Kim had deftly flipped roles with Charlotte, with Kim now the provider of comfort and Charlotte now the unfeeling sadist.

Looking at Charlotte's sympathetic expression, the beautiful mentor said, "It has to be done this way. We need to keep him off balance and susceptible. There is a difference between comfort and complacency. We want our slave to feel comfortable enough to serve us, but not become so complacent that he loses sight of his place."

"I know Mistress, it is just..."

"Yes, yes, I know," Kim interrupted as she gently caressed her lover's hair. "He looks vulnerable, hurt, dejected, but he is not broken. No, my dear, this one is special. He has a streak of loyalty which when properly manipulated will keep him faithfully tethered to us."

The two kissed as Charlotte resigned herself to follow dutifully. As Kim removed the noise cancelling headphones, she instructed her protege.

"Charlotte dear, please get a paddle for yourself and the cane for me, my love. You are certainly aware of which cane I prefer."

A shudder ran through Scott's being, as Kim's directive was loud and clear, being the first thing he heard in quite some time. Noticing his breathing begin to increase in nervous anticipation, Kim caressed his left cheek, her lips close to his as she spoke. He could smell her, a mix of her gentle jasmine perfume and her musky sex invaded his nose. Her warm breath was on his neck as she stroked his hair, whispering.

"Don't be nervous, my pet. I know this is daunting, but we all know that you also crave it. We know that you want to serve and we know that you need to feel the sting of Charlotte's paddle and the cut of my cane. And, I assure you, we will not be gentle, but we will give you what you need and want."

The anticipation of what was to happen in short order was overwhelming. Scott's breath quickened, mouth open, gasping a bit, admittedly more out of excitement than trepidation. How was this woman so sure about him? How was she so correct? She knew things about Scott that he didn't even know. How did she know that he relished the sting of a paddle and the cut of a cane? Dark desires, needs that were buried, the desperate burn to be subjugated, and the freedom found in servitude were all revealed through this beautifully sadistic Asian Goddess.

"Ah, thank you Charlotte. Hmmm, that paddle will cover a lot of ground my dear."

Charlotte bashfully smiled, knowing that the leather paddle's coverage would be significant. It had a nice wooden handle attached to a ten inch long and three inch wide leather surface. Her new found affinity for being dominant prompted her to choose something that would certainly catch the bound man's attention and much of his ass on each blow.

"Yes, Mistress, as you said, we do need to have our slave understand his place. I don't want to disappoint you or him this evening."

Chuckling as she approached the bound man again, just inches from his face. "So, what do you think of Wednesday's lover now, my pet?"

The leather clad Goddess laughed heartily as she walked away. Taking the cane from Charlotte, she walked to her throne and sat, ready to enjoy the show.

"Charlotte, my love, you will administer twenty swats. You should work to redden his ass cheeks, but the severity of the blows is up to you. But, my dear, remember, it is a punishment."

"Yes, Mistress."

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The bound man was taken unaware, his chained body lunged forward trying to escape the startling stings that covered both ass cheeks with each stroke, as the young Domme administered her first blows. The ball gag muffled the mix of yelps and screams that followed as the pain he felt coursed through his body with no area of escape.

Charlotte circled the bound man, staring him down, the soft feelings of love warred with her intense need to dominate. Her expression only revealed the latter, as she walked behind the bound submissive and smiled wickedly, a truly sadistic gleam in her eyes.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Scott's hips lunged forward as the repeated blows created an intense burning through his ass cheeks to his core. Again, the barrage was without warning, the intent of the blows quite clear. His Mistress was telling him, "This is your place. Embrace it."

As a proud Kim watched on, Charlotte kissed the air at her, mouthing, "I love you!"

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Three more blows fell upon the tender ass of the sub, his ass reddening, but he was still relieved that Charlotte was taking it easy on him. There was a watering of the eyes, but no tears and the sting of the paddle was actually turning him on with each new blow.

Charlotte leaned into Scott's left ear, "Did you like the warmup, pet?" Biting his earlobe firmly for emphasis. Scott's face displayed a sheen of fear that delighted his beautiful Asian Goddess.

Charlotte circled the shackled sub three more times, then standing behind, she rubbed his reddened ass cheeks, massaging them, admiring the mild heat coming off of them. Her strict hands fell gently on his cheeks, warming Scott as his mind wandered back to Wednesday, the two of them making love, embracing each other, savoring each other's body.

THWAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

"Uhhhhrrrrgggggggg!!!!!!" forced itself around the ball gag as a blistering swat flattened against his ass.

After his spastic reaction, Charlotte leaned over his shoulder, kissing a tear off of his cheek and smiled, "I guess play time is over."

THWAPPPPPP!!!!!!

The extremely powerful strokes came, one at a time, measured and just, roughly a minute between each. Charlotte had done it. She had taken the feelings of sympathy and channeled them into a focus on training Scott. Disregarding any emotional feelings she harbored for him worked to serve her well in her own training as a Domme as well as obviously realigning the slave's expectations of Charlotte as an equal lover.

When her last paddle strike was reared, Charlotte walked to a now standing Kim, embraced her and kissed her deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance. I am beginning to understand the line we have to walk as Dominant lovers to this man. You are my true love, and I cherish that you have taught me and brought me along."

"MMMMMMMM, yes, my love, it is my pleasure. I would do anything for you."

Charlotte sat and Kim sauntered over to the dangling man. Immediately, she popped the ball gag out, ensuring that all his faculties were accessible. Making eye contact with Charlotte, Kim's eyes directed her down to Scott's hard cock, gurgling pre cum, exposing him for the masochist Kim knew him to be.

"So, my pet, are you enjoying yourself?" Kim smiled with a Cheshire Cat smile.

With tears gently rolling down his face, landing on his chest, legs, and the floor, the beaten but excited man resigned himself to answer in the affirmative.

"Hmmmm, so our big, strong, assertive Scott likes to be beaten by women? He likes to kneel before them and service their needs? He likes to be bound, teased, and used?"

Each question was more of a barb of a confessional. The questions pinpointed a dark desire Scott held. Kim touched upon things that he would not reveal to any person, things that he thought were sick and weird, things that would have others question his manhood. But, this sexy, attractive, and powerful woman provided the chiseled man the freedom to explore the darker more taboo yearnings inside.

"Goddess, Yes."

"Use your words my dear. Remember, speak full sentences and tell Goddess Kim and Mistress Charlotte about the true Scott."

"Goddess, Yes, I want to serve the two of you, I want to be punished, I do enjoy being punished, I enjoy being teased and denied. And most of all, aside from what I enjoy, I want to please you as your pleasure is what is most important."

"MMMMMM, I see that our slave is moving along nicely. Please understand that you have a safe word and you may use it at any time. But, when you do use it, there are consequences which are non-negotiable. Do you understand my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand that there are consequences for using a safe word that are not punitive, but will require me taking a 'cooling off' period in regard to my contact with the two of you."

"Good boy"

The swishing sound pierced his ears immediately before impact.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!," quickly morphed into a loud groan that he swallowed and squashed.

A new fountain of tears began from his eyes, showing the submissive a blurry visage of an enraptured Charlotte eager to watch the slave endure the first of twenty lashes from the cane. The searing burn was distinct, carrying with it an array of emotions, the greatest one being surrender. After just one lash from his beautifully assertive Goddess, he had again fallen further for her. Strangely wanting the beating, anticipating each lash on a different part of his body, marking him with her brutality. She focused on leaving her stamp on the defined muscles that were his body.

Three on each ass cheek, two across his chest, four across his well defined stomach, four on his fine looking back, then one on each thigh as well as each hamstring. A maze of welts littered his body, planted there, marking Kim's territory, declaring her ownership.

For his part, Scott was a blubbering fool, outwardly sobbing, snot flowing down his face, mixing with the tears, and a throbbing knowledge of the abuse his body had taken. But, unrelenting, his hardened cock had a large pool of precum beneath it, revealing the true impact on the tattered man.

With no communication, Kim sat down and watched as Charlotte removed the beaten man from his shackles. He winced as she touched abused parts of his body while she freed his extremities. Once free, he sagged, but his brunette savior once again was there to support him as she took him upstairs to her ensuite. There, he was greeted to an epsom salt bubble bath, carefully dried off, and then as soon as Charlotte had him near the bed, the exhausted submissive collapsed down, immediately asleep.

Scott was allowed to sleep in Saturday morning. He awoke, reading a note on the night table that directed him to have something to eat in the kitchen. Once he relieved himself, Scott entered the kitchen, finding both women relaxing in robes, chatting over coffee, having already eaten.

"So good to see you, my pet. I hope you slept well. We wanted to make sure you had enough recovery time and decided not to disturb you."

"Yes, yes, Goddess, thank you. I slept like a log."

As Charlotte brought Scott a coffee, along with a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, Kim slid the second envelope over to Scott.

"You can open that now and read it. It is very important to our family and my business."

Scott opened the envelope immediately, unfolding the letter inside and took a sip of coffee as he read. His eyes began to grow wider the more he read, looking up from time to time to the two smirking Dommes.