Switching

She never knew what to expect when she got home from work.

Her Master/boyfriend might meet her at the door with her slave collar, demand she strip and get on her knees to pleasure his cock. Or, more than once, lead her into their apartment on her hands and knees where he had a guest she'd never met. Usually submissive girls or boys he wanted to join them but occasionally a Dominant male.

She might be tired from work and from the bike ride home and was inevitably coated in sweat, but her Master's needs and desires always took priority. But he knew exactly what buttons to push and just how hard to push them to inflame her libido. And a bit of coke or speed never hurt either.

But it had been a long day and she was really looking forward to the next two days off and a nice long bath that included using the hand held shower attachment to make herself cum. Generally she wasn't allowed to do so without Master's permission but he had specifically not included her shower play unless she was being punished.

That bath was all that was on her mind when she went through the door. The apartment was quiet. Maybe he wasn't home...

What she found however, was completely unexpected.

He was home, yes. And he wanted to play, yes. But not in the way she had expected.

He was laying on his side in the middle of the floor wearing a gaudy, over-the-top, female drag. Stockings, shiny women's panties, and poorly applied make-up. He wore a blindfold, she was happy about that. His hands were cuffed behind his back and a leather strap joined his ankles. It was the best self-bondage he could have managed and he'd finished with a slave collar and a ball gag in his mouth.

A note lay on the rug beside him.

She took off her jacket and hung it up before retrieving the note and taking it with her to the bathroom when she went to pee. She tuned on the faucet and opened the note. It was short and sweetly perverse: "My darling Loulou, Please use me for your pleasure and enjoyment for the next 2 days. No limits."

She wasn't particularly horny but then again, the note didn't say anything about sex. Well, that meant she was free to do what she wanted and that included that bath.

Returning to where he lay, she used her foot to push him onto his belly and appraised the bondage he'd managed. It's hard to truly bind oneself and she could see it would be easy for him to free himself so that was what she took care of first. The leather cuffs were replaced with the steel she'd worn often and she used a leather belt to join those to the ankle strap and cinched it, pulling him into an arch. It was a pose she knew well and how painful it would soon be.

"Okay, my jovencita. You'll get your wish."

The word just popped into her head. She hadn't thought at all how she'd address the man she was used to calling Master, but she liked it.

Taking off her work clothes she began to imagine the possibilities and it stirred her. Her damp panties stuck to her skin as she peeled them off and she knew just what to do with them.

Saying nothing she unbuckled the ball gag just enough to push the sweaty wadded up cloth into his mouth and rebuckled the gag. He made a few choking sounds so she used he toe to tap him on the shoulder, "Can you breathe okay, boy?"

When he nodded yes she used the same toe to push him over onto his side.

She wasn't surprised to see he was already semi-erect. She knew herself how arousing waiting could be. She decided he could use a couple of more things to think about and from the box of sex toys they kept under the bed she took two shiny steel devices.

The larger steel one was seven rings of steel of different sizes joined by a chain. It was called the Gates of Hell. In his semi-flaccid state she was able to fit the first six over his cock but the seventh was too small. The smaller steel was a pair of screw nipple clamps joined by a chain. She'd worn them often and knew how they could be either exciting or agonizing.

His tiny nipples were very sensitive and as soon as they were tightened enough to make him moan, his cock went limp. Quickly she pushed it through the smallest ring until it fit snugly behind the head.

Beginning to get into this exciting new role she began to tease his cock. She had always adored it and he knew it and used that lust to control her submission and Dominate her. Now, she realized, it was hers to use however she wanted. Leaning down she used her tongue along where the ring held it to make it grow even more.

And when she heard him moan from behind the gag she had a final inspiration and took another shiny object from the box used her tongue to wet it and without hesitation pushed a chrome plastic vibrator into his ass and switched it on. This brought another moan which made her smile.

"You'd better not let that come out." She knew it eventually would but also that it would focus his attention on obeying her.

Satisfied with his difficult position and knowing she'd suffered much worse, she gave the screws on the clamps an extra twist saying, "You like that, jovencita? I hope so because it's going to have to hold you while I take a bath."

His fantasies had been quickly pushed aside by the reality of the pain. He had imagined her making him kiss and lick her shoes or sitting over his face and smothering him while he ate her cunt. But he had written "No limits" in his note and like it or not was now facing the consequences.

His lover was not naturally Dominant and but he had hoped she'd find it within her somehow. What he had not expected was the streak of Sadism he'd apparently unleashed. As his slave she had endured all the sorts of pain and torture his perverse mind could come up with. Everything she had just done to him had been done to her. She knew how much it hurt. But she also knew how exciting and arousing it could be.

He was sure she'd respect their safe words but as he lay there in darkness behind the blindfold, his body wracked with and consumed by the pain, he was determined to endure and not use them. He tried focusing on just one of the sources of pain with hopes of adjusting to it but it was impossible. The others quickly intruded and joined together into a general suffering.

He finally settled on imagining the naked body of his lover in her bath. Picturing her relaxing and teasing herself as she thought of her play toy laying in the other room. He imagined her wicked smile as she thought of him, knowing she knew exactly how much it all hurt and what he meant as a gift of his submission.

It didn't ease the pain or make it go away at all but it made it easier to endure.

When he had fantasized about submitting it had been images of her smothering him with her cunt, making him kiss her high heeled shoes, or give her a massage that ended in her cumming again and again.

He'd imagined her tying him in the doorway and whipping him while she stroked his cock and used her mouth to tease him to the edge of orgasm and making him beg for release. He had not expected this.

He was very aware of the sounds coming from the bathroom as she showered and then began to fill the tub and pictured her lithe body covered in soap. This was a mistake. It made his cock swell even more and made the ring below its head grip even more tightly and generate new waves of agony through his body.

He tried to push the thoughts of her beautiful body and the wonderful sexual pleasures it had provided him but doing so only made things worse. His only escape was to surrender to and lose himself in the pain.

The hot water felt wonderful as it rinsed the sweat from her body. It felt like it was removing not just that but the exhaustion of day's work and the workout from the bike ride too. The slippery soap on her skin was arousing even before she started on the folds of her pussy. But she would wait until her bath to indulge.

Her mind wandered to the man in silly drag she'd left in the other room. Normally when she thought of him he was mentally identified as "Master." But dressed as he was and offering what he was, that just didn't feel right so she began to think of him as "jovencita."

Even though they were swapping roles she was still dedicated to giving her lover pleasure. She thought of the ways he had used his domination to excite her and how she might apply them in reverse.

He was very good at turning her on and then using her lust as a tool to torture her. She loved the way he kept her in suspense, never letting her know what was coming next. And she adored how he spoke to her, kept her going, encouraged her to go further. The activities changed but the style stayed the same.

These were things she could work with. She knew that her pain and arousal excited him and she wasn't sure she could get into hurting him but if it was getting him excited...

Finishing her shower, she rinsed the tub and then started to fill the bath. While it was filling she went to check on her living sextoy. He was just as she had left him of course but she could see the physical changes the stressful position had imposed. His face, especially, was bright red. It was enough to concern her and, breaking role she asked, "Are you okay? Can you breathe okay?"

The sound of her voice startled him. He had been so lost in the pain and arousal that he had been unaware she had returned. He had heard the thunderous sound of the water filling the tub and had imagined she was still in there. He nodded his response. He was okay.

His cock was still rampant and a purplish red. Trapped by the steel ring it would stay that way until he came or she decided to put ice on his testicles.

"I haven't decided yet whether you're going to get to cum tonight. Or even if I'm going to let you out of this position."

"For that matter, I might keep you as my slave for a while past these two days. Would you like that, jovencita?"

"Maybe I'll invite one of our slaves to come over and help me train you..."

She could see his cock twitching. Obviously her words were having an impact.

When he didn't answer right away she slapped the head of his cock hard. Harder, in fact, than she had intended.

He nodded enthusiastically and made a muffled sound that she took to mean, "Yes, Mistress."

Sternly she added, "You'd better answer me right away when I ask you a question. Or I'll have to punish you. Understand, jovencita?"

This time there was no hesitation and the garbled sounds he uttered were clearly the words she expected.

Smiling, she bent over and rewarded him with the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock's head right where it met the steel. Well, 'reward' was an exaggeration. It was also a painful torture too and she enjoyed the groan it evoked.

"I think my bath is probably ready. You wait here."

She smiled at her slightly cruel joke, recalling him saying similar things to her when she was in bondage.

The water was too hot to get in right away so she added some cold along with some scented oil. She took the large silicone dildo she kept behind the towels, washed it off, and dropped it into the water. She lit two small candles and set them on a ledge next to the tub and switched off the overhead light. After another test, satisfied that the water was perfect, she lowered her lithe body into it. Laying back against the tub she closed her eyes and savored the changes in their roles. She had watched him get aroused by her surrendering to him, by empowering him. And now she could truly understand why as the sensations coursed through her.

She thought about the way he kept her in a state of almost constant arousal, made her never forget that she could be taken and used for his pleasure at any time, in any place. And she decided right then to do the same thing to him.

He was probably not going to be allowed to cum that night and she was only going to let him free from his enslavement when she was satisfied.

Her fingers had unconsciously found her clit and were stroking it as she thought of ways she might use him. Almost immediately she decided that she was going to call up one of her friends to come over and share his submission. One by one she want through her friends, trying to imagine how they'd react. Most of her closest friends, she knew, wouldn't really be into it. As it was they hadn't really understood why she had let herself be made into his slave in the first place. They didn't get the exciting dynamic of Dominance and submission. And truth be told, she knew that they would want to punish him for it and she was a little afraid for the safety of her lover.

She moved on to the various boys and girls they'd had threesomes with. The males, she knew, would submit to her and do what she told them to do. They were universally rejected. She might bring one over later just to watch him get a blowjob or fuck her new toy, but not right at the beginning.

It would have to be one of the girls.

She had, by then, found the floating dildo and was teasing the entrance to her cunt with it. They had chosen the one that most closely resembled his erect cock and it was his she thought of as she pushed it all the way in a single stroke.

Never before had she thought of them one by one. Most were one night (well, often several night) stands. Girls they picked up at shows, used as slaves, and then let go. Only rarely did they get an encore.

She was startled by how many there had been and they were mostly just pleasant blurs in her memory.

It didn't take long to go through the few girls they used regularly.

The dildo pumping in and out distracted her as she rapidly approached orgasm. Normally she would hold it back, tease herself with it. But her new sense of Dominance made her realize she had no need. She could cum as much as she wanted as often as she wanted. And when she started using her new living toy she intended to keep doing so while forcing him to watch knowing he was not to be allowed.

As the orgasm shuddered her body she immediately knew who to invite.

Norma had been their slave for almost a year. Most of the time she was just used by her Master while she was out of town but from the beginning she had always been a slave to both of them.

She understood and enjoyed the Dom/sub dynamic and would certainly enjoy helping her Mistress explore this new version of their sex life. And, best of all, she could be ordered to come over and she would obey.

Squeezing her nipples hard she let herself cum again while she pictured her new slave watching in frustration as she and Norma made each other cum.

She was torn for a moment between refilling the tub with more hot water while she made herself cum a few more times or going and using the toy who lay suffering in the next room.

The bath would wait and maybe next time she'd let her body be bathed by a worshipping slave.

Stepping out, she toweled herself dry, and then returned to him. The arched position limited her actions so she disconnected the strap joining his wrists and ankles and watched smiling as he slowly straightened his legs.

She picked up the phone and sat in the chair above where he lay, dialed, and when it was answered on the other end said, "Norma? It's your Mistress. I want you to come here after work."

She could see the impact her words were having on him and it made her pussy squirm. "Okay, I'll see you soon."

Reaching out with her toe she used it to push the gag away from his mouth and before he could speak she pushed them in and said, "Use your tongue. Worship my foot."

She was surprised by his eager obedience.

"That call was real. Norma will be joining us after work. And she's just the first. I'm going to be as generous with sharing my slave as you've been with sharing me."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw his imprisoned cock twitch.

Spitting on her palm for lubrication she reached down and gently stroked the head, now purple and swollen to its maximum. His moan tickled her toes.

"Aww, jovencita, does that hurt?"

Without stopping his worship of her toes he grunted, "Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh... what?"

"Uh-huh, Mis-ess," he answered gutturally.

"Well, then I'm afraid you're really going to hate this." And taking her foot out of his mouth she used it to push him onto his back, stood astride him and lowered herself onto his throbbing erection.

He groaned in obvious pain and she leaned over and covered his mouth with her own. He had often done the same thing to her and described it as "drinking her pain" and this she did as she yanked the clamps off of his nipples. She was glad her mouth was there to cover his howl of pain because it might have alarmed the neighbors.

Lowering her mouth she sucked his right nipple hard and when he opened his mouth to cry out she stuffed the gag and her panties back in to silence him.

All the while she had been slowly raising herself on his cock. The steel rings imprisoning it added an interesting texture that she quite enjoyed. Just when its had cleared her pussy's lips she lowered herself back down.

His moans and groans had been reduced to whimpers that came across as music to her ears.

With increasing tempo she rode the thick shaft she had come to adore. In addition to the exquisite feeling she was also experiencing the unbridled thrill of sadism for the first time.

But she was cautious, removed his blindfold, and asked, "Do you want to say, 'Red'?"

It didn't take him a second to answer by shaking his head. It all hurt as bad as anything he could recall but the flaming passion in her eyes was all the incentive he needed to take it.

He wished that it was his fingers instead of hers that reached down and stroked her clit but had to make do with looking into her eyes and projecting his submission.

His look, combined with the hard cock and her fingers was all she needed to make her middle erupt with orgasm. Again and again she let the waves of pleasure wash through her as she gave herself multiple orgasms until she collapsed against his chest.

After she had recovered she sat up and looked down at her charge.

"You're a mess my little jovencita. Let's get you cleaned up before our company comes."

She stood, bent over and hooked her finger through the D-ring on his collar and used it to pull him to a sitting position. The long time in bondage had made his muscles useless so that even after she had freed his ankles he needed her help to stand.

She led him into the bathroom, helped steady him and had him step into the now-cold tub.

"Sit."

It was awkward with cuffed hands and he had to lean against the wall to succeed but he managed to sit down into the cold water.

Grabbing their loofah and a bar of soap she pushed him back and began to roughly scrub the makeup from his face.

When she was satisfied she looked appraisingly at his outfit and decided it must go. Not bothering with undressing him she took the scissors she used to trim her hair and cut it into pieces until it all fell away.

He had a look of submissive adoration in his eyes that she found very arousing. But she also noticed that the cold water had had the impact she desired and shriveled his cock enough that she could remove it from the smallest ring.

"I'm taking this off for now but don't think that means you have permission to play with yourself."

Gripping it hard and pulling it away from his body she added in a low, serious voice, "This belongs to me as long as you're wearing that collar. Do you understand, jovencita?"

He nodded and made sounds that seemed to be, "Yes, Mistress" but she wasn't satisfied and unbuckled and took out his gag. When he flexed his ore jaw and didn't respond promptly enough she slapped him across the face. Another exciting first that she would repeat.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

She had never really slapped someone before and was surprised by rush of adrenaline it gave her. It would definitely not be the last time.

"Now I can't have you looking like a white trash drag queen for company."

Lowering the toilet seat she patted it and said, "Sit jovencita."

Still not completely recovered she helped him stand and stumble over to it.

Getting out her makeup she proceeded to spend about half an hour methodically applying it to his face. She was completely aware that his cock was becoming proudly erect while she worked on him.

She stroked it, enjoying the look of desperation her touch evoked.

She picked a blue eye shadow that she knew would go well with his eyes and a gray eyeliner and touch of mascara to highlight his lashes. Lifting his chin with one hand she stroked his cock with the other. She was pleased. He would never fool anyone. (at 6 foot-2 that was unlikely no matter what he looked like)

Before tackling his rouge and lipstick she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. She never tired of giving this lovely organ pleasure and delighted in the fact that as his Mistress she could do so whenever she was in the mood.

As soon as she felt the muscles in it twitch she stopped moving, sucked it hard, and stroked it a few times. It was a technique she knew that if she continued for a few minutes would make him cum. But she had no intention of letting that happen any time soon.

He had applied rouge himself very poorly and had looked like a clown. This time, she blended it smoothly and while it was obvious it looked much more natural.

She picked out a bright read lipstick but before she applied it she wanted to use those lips. Without saying anything she stood on tiptoe and draped her right leg over his left shoulder so that her pussy was right at his mouth. "Go ahead, jovencita. Show me how thankful you are."

Judging by the passion of his response he was very thankful.

Cunnilingus hadn't been much of a part of their sex life when he was the Master. They'd never talked about it and she got plenty of orgasms from vibrators, other toys, and their occasional submissive playmates. She didn't mind and accepted it as part of their roles. Really, she couldn't remember it happening before.

But he certainly seemed to enjoy it and was good at it. He soon had her at the edge of release. Again she thought about holding back for a moment. But only a moment. Grabbing his head she pressed his face into her loins and came hard. And came hard again. Quickly they came until they blended into a single wave of orgasms.

When she could no longer stand she took her leg away and again lifted his chin. His look was one of pure joy at having been allowed to serve her. It was a look she knew well though she'd only seen it in a mirror.

"You're a very good slave. A few more of those and I might let you cum too."

His look of excitement and fear made her smile wickedly. This was fun.

His face was blushed and his already full lips were swollen from his strenuous efforts. It would make applying lipstick even easier.

It didn't take long and appraising her efforts decided, "You look like a whore. A cheap puta."

He started to smile and she slapped him.

"Whose puta are you, jovencita?"

"i... i'm your p... puta Mistress."

It felt like the earlier role play had suddenly disappeared and these roles had become real. She didn't have to ask, nor did he, but they both knew that if she ordered him to fuck or be fucked by anyone she told him to, he would obey.

She was pretty sure she'd never do it but the feeling of power the knowledge gave her was intoxicating.

He was less sure she wouldn't but he would obey her wishes.

"Let's get you dressed up."

She had been thinking all along about his outfit.

She chose an older pair of fishnet tights to begin with, tearing a few of the threads to accommodate his still-chained genitals. None of her skirts would fit so she fashioned a wrap-around that was open up the side of his leg.

An old black lace bra, stuffed with her panties was next. She'd have preferred to use some used ones but they'd just done laundry.

She used one of his white shirts next, the top three buttons open and the shirttail knotted just below

his midriff.

It left the bra visible and the fine blonde hairs on his chest above it. Running her fingers through them she said, "If these were any darker I'd shave them. Your legs too."

She tried several pairs of high heels but all of hers were just too small. She gave up and said, "I want you to stand and walk on tiptoe as you're wearing high heels. Any time I see you not doing so will cost you a cane stroke."

When he was her Master he had reserved the cane for punishment. She was whipped and spanked and paddled regularly as part of their sex life but the vicious cane was kept separate.

Both knew that at some point his heels would come in contact with the floor. The idea had an impact on both of their middles- inflaming hers and roiling his.

"Stand up and walk into the living room. Let's see how you do."

He obeyed, walking ahead of her. He considered adding a bit of a sway to his hips but thought that would look silly. As it was, walking on tiptoe worked quite well.

He paused back in their room, unsure of what to do.

"Not bad," she decided. "I wonder how long you could stay like that..."

He dreaded that test.

"Hands behind your back."

He obeyed and quickly felt cold steel and heard the clicking of the handcuffs that his Mistress locked onto his wrists. She spun him around and he nearly lost his footing. But he recovered and kept his heel from touching the floor.

Crouching down she opened the front of his skirt. His fear had kept him semi-flaccid but her fingers quickly changed that. Before he got too hard she pushed the head through the smallest Gate of Hell and then took it into her mouth, her skilled technique swelling it and making sure it was trapped.

He fell then completely under the spell of her Dominance. It was a release like nothing he'd ever experienced. He was completely in the moment. He didn't think about what might be going to happen and what had happened.

Looking up, her eyes sparkling, she said, "Still delicious."

She tucked the ringed organ into the tights, gestured at the floor, and ordered, "On your knees."

He quickly obeyed, lowering his gaze submissively toward her feet.

"Our guest will be here soon, I have to get ready. But let me give you something to think about while I get dressed."

She grabbed something from next to the bed, crouched down and had him lift each knee in turn so she could place a pencil under each. It wasn't too bad when he lowered his weight... at first. But soon began to hurt more and more until it was all he could think about.

She grabbed a few items from a dresser and disappeared to the bathroom for what seemed to be an eternity. By the time she came back all made up as if they were going out and wearing a leather miniskirt, stockings, and a black see-thru top, his knees were on fire.

A glimpse at her beautiful legs was a momentary distraction from that pain but only added to the throbbing pain of his trapped penis.

She stepped close to him, put her hand at the back of his head and pulled it into her skirt. She thought about grinding her crotch against his nose for one more orgasm and if she hadn't spent time prettifying her new slave, she might have.

The smell and feel of the leather against his face made his cock throb with desire.

After a moment she stepped away and took a seat on the hassock in front of him.

"When Norma gets here you are to obey her just a you would obey me. You'll both be my slaves but you're at the bottom."

"yes, Mistress," he whispered, his gut tightening. He had used Norma quite roughly more than a few times. He was the first person to fuck her in the ass and had done so with only her cunt juices as lubrication. He had whipped her and caned her and shared her with others. He had taken her natural submissiveness and transmuted into full blown masochism.

He trusted that his Mistress would protect him but he also knew he would not deny her any request.

He heard the door buzzer and felt his stomach flip but also lower down felt his the muscles in his cock twitch.

His Mistress buzzed the front door and went to meet their guest. She pulled the curtain as she left the

room and her could barely make out their muffled greetings. He caught 'new slave' and 'training' but little else.

His downward gaze saw the curtain pulled aside and heard the inward gasp of air of his second mistress. He watched her feet walk over to him and turned to face their Mistress.

"He's your new slave? What...? Or um, how...?"

"I came home and found him in silly drag and with a note giving himself to me for two days with no limitations. I was just going to play with him a little and let him go but the more I did, the more I started enjoying myself."

"Is he enjoying it?"

"Yes and no. Take a look under his skirt."

He blushed as the second woman lifted the fabric and saw the chastity device imprisoning his cock.

"That looks painful," she said softly.

"I hope so," answered their Mistress.

Her matter-of-fact tone shocked him but also aroused him, making his steel girded cock ache.

Norma noticed the pencils, and knowing exactly how terribly that hurt, turned and asked, "How long on the pencils?"

"Did you mean to say, 'How long on the pencils, Mistress?'"

The tone of voice told Norma that she'd fucked up and dropping to her knees she lowered her forehead to the Mistress' feet and whispered, "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. May I ask again how long your slaveboy has been on them?"

"A while. I haven't been keeping track. But less time than you and I have had to.

"I'm calling him 'jovencita.' It means sort of girly-boy. You can call him whatever you like."

Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the girl upright, all the way to her feet, and gave her cheek a firm but playful slap.

"Don't forget what you are. You're over this slut," she gestured, "but still a slave."

Lowering her eyes she whispered, "yes, Mistress. sorry Mistress."

Taking her hand the new Domme led her into the back room and closed the door.

He tried to hear what they were talking about but could only hear an occasional laugh. It did not bode well for him but he couldn't think about that with his senses overwhelmed by the pain in his knees and imprisoned cock.

When he'd thought up this scene he'd thought about asking that there be no revenge for the things he'd done with her but at the last moment thought that would eliminate the validity of his surrender. He hadn't expected her to be quite so sadistic but he was determined to serve and excite her as much as she had for him.

His mind wandered, lost in a fog of pain, and was barely aware of their return.

Keeping his eyes lowered submissively he watched as the Mistress pulled their hassock over to where his eyes were focused and sat down.

"Grab those," she ordered, pointing at the screw clamps joined by a chain, "and put them on him."

Norma immediately obeyed, smiling as she pushed open his top and put one and then the other on his tiny, still tender nipples. She tightened the screws until she saw a fleeting wince at the corner of his eyes. She paused, took his chin in her fingers and ordered, "Look at me, slaveboy."

He obeyed and saw a very different woman than the one he and his partner had so thoroughly enslaved. She wore an evil smile that scared him more than a little. "Keep your eyes on mine."

As he obeyed, she reached in and tightened the cruel screws a whole rotation. And enjoyed the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.

"I don't know if he's worth trying to make into a decent slave. Look Mistress, he's about to cry."

He blushed with his whole body, glanced at his lover, and considered begging but held his tongue.

"Who cares if it cries? This is about us. Not it."

He'd never heard that tone of voice and it chilled him. What had started out as a bit of roleplay and switching was suddenly very real and being called 'it' made it worse.

"Give those each a whole 'nother turn and pull its blouse down so it's snug against them."

The moan that escaped him was more animal than human and though his eyes were submissively directed at the floor, he sensed her smiling.

"Shake those little tetas for us, jovencita."

Gritting his teeth he obeyed, and, with all the strength he could muster, stayed silent. Every movement reminding him of the pencils cutting into his knees.

Reaching over she hooked a finger through Norma's larger collar and pulled her over to between her legs.

"He may not be a good slave... yet. But we'll train him. And in the meantime just watching him suffer for us has made me very horny and very wet. So get that mouth of yours over here."

The slave girl eagerly obeyed and in moments was devouring her Mistress' juices. The Domme ordered, "Watch her jovencita, see what a good slave gets to do... and her reward."

The 'reward' was a slash of the thick black cat o'nine tails between the girl's shoulder blades which brought forth a guttural moan of pleasure.

It was exactly what he'd fantasized happening to him when he'd started this series of events. It made his already aching and swollen cock stiffen even more in its cruel steel rings. And tears of frustration began to flow from the corners of his eyes.

The sight made his Mistress smile and meeting his eyes, she slashed the leather again against the other slave's back. And then again. And again.

Her orgasm was rapidly approaching and, as he had often done with her, the lashes' tempo picked up. Until, when they were almost continuous, she gasped as a powerful orgasm seized her body.

His tears now flowed copiously, in part because of the terrible pain, but mostly because he wanted desperately to be the one between his Mistress' legs getting whipped as she came.

After what seemed to him to be ages but was probably at most a couple of minutes, their Mistress looked over at him and asked, "Not at all what you fantasized, eh, jovencita? Want to give up?"

He thought about it for a split second. The pain was making him dizzy. But looking up he saw the fire in his lover's deep brown eyes, the excitement and arousal his suffering was obviously giving her, and had no problem uttering, "No Mistress." Though the gag made sound like "o mi-eh" his head shaking side to side got the idea across.

Looking at the imprisoned organ in its steel rings she said, "I don't like the color that's turning. I think it's time for it to go.

"Norma, get me some ice and a wet towel from the kitchen.

"And be quick about it."

The ice in the wet towel against his genitals made him shiver but had a virtually immediate response and his aching cock quickly shrunk enough to be freed from its steel prison. The sudden change made the organs cramp painfully but that pain was quickly and roughly punched aside when the two women grabbed him under the arms and lifted him off of the pencils that had been digging brutally into the soft flesh below his kneecaps.

Virtually unable to move by himself he let them move him over and up into their raised bed and lay him on his belly. His wrists, his knees, his gag-stuffed jaws, and his cold-shrunken cock ached but his thoughts were all of his beautiful Mistress and the sight of her cumming against her other slave's mouth and his longing to have been there in her stead, to drink her juices, and to feel that whip.

He felt the two bodies climb onto the bed and even before he felt the touch of their soft skin he smelled the musky fragrance of their recent sex. He felt the ball gag being unbuckled and fingers pulling it and his Mistress' panties from his mouth and wanted to say, "Thank you, Mistress." But before he had a chance his mouth was taken over by the other slave's mouth and tongue.

Immediately, and a bit painfully, he felt his penis swelling beneath him in response. He did his best to respond but in his position it wasn't much.

He tried to imagine what their Mistress was doing as she was moving around quite a bit but really had no idea. And, as he would soon discover, that was probably for the best.

"Move up there, so it can reach your pussy with his tongue, We're going to have a contest."

His wrists were released from the steel shackles to his great relief and the slavegirl stopped kissing him and moved up to sit on the pillows above his head and opened her legs.

"Use your mouth and fingers and make her cum as quick as you can, jovencita.

"Norma, remember, you are not allowed to cum without permission."

The two slaves realized they were now in a battle of wills, a contest whose prize was quickly made clear-

"The winner gets to make me cum again."

His hands tingled as the blood rushed into them again after being so restricted but he was determined to win this contest and in moments they were probing the moist... no, the soaked folds of the other slave's vulva. He spread the lips and found her already swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the shiver its touch caused through her body.

Shoving the four fingers of his right hand into her he made a fist, stretching her opening and making her groan with pleasure. Twisting that hand he used three fingers to roughly stroke her G-spot, eliciting another animal-like grunt.

Sucking her clit into his mouth he gave it a little nip and heard her lament to the woman in charge, "Ohh, Mistress... oh... oh... I'm so close..."

Her pleas and protestations only served to make hime work harder. He brought his other hand up, lubricated it with her juices, and pushed two of his fingers into her tight rear hole.

"Oh... no... oh..." she moaned above him.

His Mistress slapped his ass hard and ordered, "Up."

When he complied she found his sore but eager erection with her fingers and began to stroke it with surprising tenderness. With her other hand she began to finger his ass as well but her unlubricated fingers could barely enter. He heard her spit and then felt first one and then a second finger push past his tight ring of muscle.

She had kept on stroking him and the combination of the two were quickly pushing him towards an orgasm too.

He focused his attention on making the other contestant cum as a way to keep from cumming first and though he heard Norma say, "Oh Mistress, that is so HOT!" its meaning didn't make it through the clouds of sensation that cluttered his mind right then.

He felt more pressure against his rectum and just assumed it was another finger or two and so didn't think anything of it. Besides, his lover's experienced hand wrapped around his cock was making it hard to resist the orgasm he felt building in his loins.

The body he was focusing all his attention on was now clearly shaking as she tried to keep from cumming and he responded by taking her clit between his teeth and slowly but steadily biting it harder and harder.

That's all it took and suddenly her cunt erupted, showering his face and fingers with her juices. She gripped his head and forced it against her as several orgasmic aftershocks followed. Later her Mistress would punish her for not getting permission but right then she didn't much care.

He had won the battle!

But before he had a chance to glory in his victory he felt a sudden and very intense pain as something, something that felt huge, was rammed into him.

His scream was almost entirely smothered by the other slave's vulva and he was rather glad of that. He felt it being withdrawn and a small sense of relief began to wash through him. But it was short-lived as the object was again rammed mercilessly even more deeply into him.

It finally dawned on him what it was. It was the strap-on they'd bought for his lover to fuck girls with! One toy he'd never expected to be used on him.

He tried to relax and adjust to the Domme's thrusts but she was clever and varied her rhythm to deny him that escape.

The strap-on was designed to provide direct stimulation to its wearer's clit and he could tell she was concentrating on her own pleasure with no thought to his pain. And that, he knew, was how it should be. She was the Mistress, he was her slave.

He did come to realize that his erection had never subsided. If anything it was aching even more demandingly. He felt her adjust her pace so that each stroke matched her thrust. And though his ass still hurt, the fact that he was able to pleasure her with it made it okay. And as she increased her tempo of the strap-on she also sped up the stroking of his cock match it.

He knew he was ready to cum but more than he wanted that he wanted her to cum first. He clenched down on the rubber dildo, hoping it would press harder against her vulva.

"Yeah, Mistress, fuck the slaveboy's ass!" he heard Norma say.

He lost himself in the moment. This was not what he had fantasized but it was perfect. He was being used just for Her pleasure and though it hurt, that just didn't matter.

"Get under it and suck its cock. See if you can make it cum." he heard their Mistress order and a few minutes later felt her hand leave to be replaced by the other slave's eager mouth.

The slave was good and immediately started fucking his cock with the back of her throat, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

He wanted desperately to speak, to thank his Mistress for letting him serve her, to praise the slave beneath him, but could not seem to form the words.

The beautiful woman fucking him from behind suddenly increased her pace, a sign of her rapidly approaching orgasm.

And then at last he felt the heavy lash of their leather cat o'nine tails between his shoulder blades. Again and again she whipped him and he let the pain fill him, let it take over completely, and let it flow through him to the head of the cock being so excellently fellated.

Suddenly his Mistress stopped, shuddered, withdrew and rammed her dildo into him a couple of times, and came.

She felt his muscles clench and knew he was at the brink.

"Norma. Stop now!"

He knew then the next two days were going to feel much, much longer...

Dedicated to the best lover a man could ever want or have.