by David James
Sophie must have instinctively known he’d ejaculated or been watching from somewhere, for as his Mistress and Anne settled into a loving sixty-nine and began tenderly lapping from each other, she entered and quietly released him from the cross. She picked up his high-heeled shoes and panties and led him out of the bedroom back to the training room. Then rubbing her hand against his belly she said, ‘I thought so. You shouldn’t have come without Mistress’s permission, you know that. I’ll have to keep you here until Mistress decides whether or not she wants to punish you. You’d better put your shoes and knickers on again. Mistress will expect you to be dressed properly.’
He nodded and slid the smooth silk knickers on, and put his feet into the four-inch heels. Sophie clipped his wrists to the belt again and told him to wait, with his head bowed if he had any sense, and then she left him again.
He was exhausted but he stood patiently, Anne’s panties still stuffed in his mouth, and thought about the last few hours. His spunk was now cold in the rubber sheath and his penis flaccid, but his thoughts quickly began to excite him again, and as he pictured the two women passionately entwined the rings again bit into his cock as it began to swell. His last image had been of Anne’s head buried deep between the thighs of his adored Mistress.
His feelings for Anne had become ambivalent over the years. They always got on well enough and when in company they were seen as an attractive couple, so although he wasn’t still in love with her, the idea of her being a lesbian began by shocking him, before the shock changed into what he could only describe as betrayal. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. He also felt betrayed by his Mistress. Somehow there was a distinct difference between her domination of him and others, her professional behaviour towards her clients and a lesbian love for his ex-wife.
He began to realise that he might have been set up; that the whole scenario had been planned to distress and humiliate him, but rather than making him feel totally rejected, he felt almost elated. He was valued. His Mistress would surely not go to this trouble unless she really wanted and believed in him?
And Anne? She said she’d recognised his true identity and wanted him to be able to express it. It couldn’t have been possible in their former life together, so this was her way of allowing him to become his true self. And, he ruefully admitted, allowed her own feelings for her lover, Mistress Amanda, to be consummated.
His cock was hard and aching again when the door opened and Mistress Amanda came in with Anne. She looked magnificent in her basque and high-heeled shoes, and was wearing a lifelike strap-on that glistened with recent use. Anne had on high-heeled mules and a gorgeous silk gown that parted to reveal she was naked, and that she also wore an identical strap-on cock.
Mistress smiled cruelly. ‘Kneel, you worthless slave,’ she said to him. ‘Sophie has told us you came, so I’m disappointed as well as angry with you.’
He stumbled to his knees and tried to mumble that he was sorry, but could make no sound.
She brought the phallus to his lips, and undoing the gag took out the sodden panties and thrust the dildo deep into his mouth. He detected immediately the same tastes and aroma of the panties, and knew that this fake cock had been deep inside Anne. As he sucked he heard Mistress Amanda call Sophie, and the slave come back into the room.
‘Tie him to the trestle, please Sophie.’
She drew the phallus from his mouth and Sophie led him over to the narrow trestle bench and laid him upon it, face down. She clipped his wrists and ankles to the spreading legs of the trestle and strapped him down around his middle, forcing his cock deeper into his stomach. She thrust Anne’s panties in his mouth again and placed a blindfold over his eyes. He waited, his body vulnerable to any torture that might be inflicted upon him.
‘We could give him a good thrashing, Anne, but I think to complete his humiliation you should fuck him. Sophie, if you please...’
He heard Sophie walk behind him, and his knickers and then his tights were pulled down over his bottom, their combined elasticity forcing his thighs together. The duct tape was stripped from the body shaper and he felt the tightness part, allowing access to the butt plug.
‘I think you should remove the plug, Anne,’ he heard Mistress Amanda say, and then felt a hand on his naked buttocks and the plug being screwed out of his arse, but just before it was totally removed and his anal ring could contract to normal she suddenly thrust it back in again. Backwards and forwards she dragged it, in and out of his poor rear passage.
‘Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this,’ Anne sighed. ‘You wanted it, my dear, and now you’ve really got it.’
At last she removed the dildo, and then said, ‘Here we go...’ and he felt his aching anal ring being stretched again as she pressed into him and his ‘cunt’ opened to receive the large phallus. She began to thrust and he started to respond, his sphincter flexing as Anne pumped him strongly.
In no time at all he could feel his approaching climax searing through his body, and then sensed someone in front of him. His Mistress bent down and whispered in his ear.
‘There’s a good girl, Chloe. There’s a good girl.’
She stood up tall, slipped off her harness and took off her thong, and stood astride the back of his head, grinding her beautiful wet sex onto his scalp.
He wept in ecstasy, in pain and pleasure and in adoration of Mistress Amanda as she first anointed him with her smooth, sacred secretions and then, as another glorious climax swept through his body, made him her own by marking him with her flow of warm fresh urine, soaking his hair and forehead, dripping onto the towel that Sophie, knowing his Baptism was due, had placed below him.
He had clearly ejaculated again, but Anne continued to drive the strap-on into him and he could finally allow his muscles to relax and adore the sensations of its thrusts, and appreciate the taste of his mistress as her piss soaked through his gag and the panties. He was hers and she could do anything to him, and as Anne unstrapped her harness, leaving the dildo deeply embedded in his rectum, his Mistress left him with a light kiss on his head, and he felt complete and blissfully happy.
Anne left with Mistress and Sophie eased the dildo from his ‘cunt’, untied him and helped him stand. She took off his gag, extracted the sodden panties from his mouth and began to undress him, whispering that he was now truly dedicated to their Mistress. She removed the nipple rings and replaced them with a pair of lovely gold sleepers with a tiny gold dildo hanging from them, and then took off his shoes and drew down his knickers and tights, before stripping off the body shaper.
Despite everything and the arduous session he’d just been through, under her gentle ministrations he hardened again, and taking off the steel rings allowed his cock to swell unrestricted. A deep furrow had been scored into the flesh at the base of his shaft, and the channel on the underside of his helmet was bruised, but his cock ignored the discomfort and as Sophie eased it from the rubber sheath, sticky with spent spunk, she knelt down and took it tenderly into her mouth and gently sucked him off once more.
He recognised and appreciated her gesture of affection and friendship, and his eyes filled with tears of gratitude as he leaned back against the trestle and gave himself up to the pleasure of a climax free of restraint and offered in genuine warmth from a fellow subservient.
His hips began to flex as his climax gathered and send wonderful, ecstatic spasms through his body as Sophie’s rhythm quickened and her efficient lips and mouth sucked skilfully at his cock. She was truly extraordinary in her ability to give pleasure, and as her tongue did wondrous things to his shaft and her lips sealed around its girth and dragged the sensitive foreskin back and forth he gave himself to her in a groan of joy and she, in turn, delighted in the thick spurts of glutinous spunk her skills extracted from his two swaying reservoirs. It jetted to the back of her throat and she allowed it to gather in her mouth, coating his cock with it,
before it slid smoothly down her throat as she sucked the last dregs from him. Despite having drained him she continued to suck, prolonging his delicious agony as his body responded to her.
As she finally allowed his penis to slide from her mouth she pulled him gently down beside her, held him and kissed him deeply. He tasted his warm sperm on her lips and gloried in the embrace, knowing that such ecstatic pains and glorious pleasures were to be his life from now on.
‘I shouldn’t really have done that for you without permission from Mistress,’ she whispered. ‘But I think she would have given it if I’d asked because she’s so pleased with you.’
Chloe felt the familiar glow of adoration bordering on worship for Mistress Amanda, and hugged Sophie warmly. ‘I do want to please her,’ he stated simply.
‘I think she’s very happy with your progress. She thinks you’re a natural, and there’s no higher praise, I assure you.’
Sophie helped him shower, and so exhausted was he that he welcomed being returned and tethered in his tiny cell, whereupon he fell into a deep and contented sleep almost immediately.
Chapter Fourteen
Sophie woke him up early the following morning.
‘Time to serve breakfast, Chloe,’ she said. ‘Mistress and Anne will expect everything prepared ready for when they get up. I’ve begun to lay the table and I’ll cook, but you must serve.’
He rubbed his eyes. He felt good, although his muscles protested as he left his cell and he stretched. Sophie patted his bottom.
‘I can see why Mistress likes you,’ she said, and kissed him lightly. ‘You’ve just time for a quick shower before you dress. You’ll find your maid’s uniform in the wardrobe.’
She went to a drawer and took out the nipple rings, replacing the sleepers with them.
‘Come to the kitchen as soon as you’re finished getting washed and dressed.’
He showered quickly, enjoying the sensation of his hairless nakedness and the soaped sponge on his cock and balls, and appreciating the sharp tug of his nipple rings as he lifted and twisted them to wash and dry himself properly.
A black suspender belt had been laid out for him. It nipped in his waist and had three suspenders for each stocking, which were seamed and rolled smoothly up his shaved legs. He checked the seams in the mirror and clipped them into the fastenings, making sure that each suspender was also perfectly straight.
He drew on the pair of frilly white panties that fitted snugly over his cock, balls and bottom, his black silk top and the high-heeled shoes. A white silk apron completed the outfit. He applied a light dusting of powder to his cheeks and, taking courage in both hands, a little pink lipstick too.
He found he was very comfortable walking in the three-inch heels, and walked confidently to the kitchen.
‘My, you do look good,’ admired Sophie. ‘You can go and see if they’re awake. Knock on the bedroom door and call out the time. Wait for a reply. Mistress may want you to go in or tell you that they’ll be ready for breakfast in so many minutes. Have you got that?’
‘Yes, Sophie.’ He trotted obediently along the hallway to the bedroom door, upon which he knocked lightly. ‘Eight o’clock, Mistress,’ he called.
There was a pause, and then Mistress Amanda answered, ‘Come in, Chloe.’
He opened the door. ‘Breakfast is almost ready, Mistress,’ he said, just popping his head around it shyly. He could see that the bedcovers were thrown back and Mistress Amanda and Anne were curled up in each other’s arms, their legs entwined and their breasts moulded comfortably together. His Mistress sat up and elegantly swung her feet to the floor. She stood up and slipped them into pretty high-heeled mules.
‘Bring me my dressing gown, please Chloe.’
He looked around, and finding the gown hanging behind the door, took it to her. As she turned to allow him to drape it over her shoulders her splendid body once again overcame him. Her unblemished flesh was white against the lustrous dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her magnificent, strong but feminine features were classic in their proportions, her breasts firm and full, beautifully shaped with glorious nipples. He ached to touch her but controlled himself as she slipped her arms into the gorgeous gown and tied it around her trim waist with the silk cord.
‘Are you getting up, darling?’ she said to Anne, who immediately slipped from the comfortable bed too and eased into a pale-blue robe that was draped over a nearby chair.
‘You look very pretty this morning, Chloe,’ she mused. ‘Your outfit suits you.’
He accepted her words as a compliment. He was comfortable in his female attire, confident in the trust of his Mistress, and his ex-wife was not going to spoil his pleasure in his newfound subservience - if that was indeed her motive.
Chloe and Sophie served breakfast in the dining room impeccably, and Chloe could see his Mistress was pleased with him.
‘You must have lots of questions, Chloe,’ Mistress said to him once everything had been finished and cleared away.
‘Yes, Mistress, I do,’ he replied honestly. ‘But I don’t need to know the answers unless you want to tell me.’
Mistress smiled warmly and turned to Anne. ‘You were quite right. She’s absolutely ideal material. She’s learned very quickly and I’m more certain than ever that she’ll make an excellent member of my team if she signs up.’
‘Yes, Mistress, please!’ Chloe eagerly implored. ‘I’ll not disappoint you.’
‘Be patient, Chloe,’ Anne admonished him.
‘Sit down,’ Mistress said, and watched him obey immediately, sitting on one of the dining chairs. ‘As you’ll have gathered by now, despite what you thought you were selected by us rather than you choosing to come here.’
‘But I made the phone call, Mistress,’ he countered.
‘Quite true,’ Mistress acknowledged, nodding enigmatically. ‘But Anne was fairly sure it was a call you would make sooner rather than later, and all the advertisers in our local paper are my friends. That’s why you were asked so many questions when you talked to Maria. She knew I was looking for you, and as soon as she realised who you were she made an appointment with me.’
Chloe turned to Anne. ‘But how did you know what I would do?’ he asked.
‘We lived together for a long time,’ she replied simply. ‘Of course I knew what you wanted; probably even before you did.’ She laughed. ‘From the first time I found my underwear drawer disturbed when I’d been out, I suppose. And it didn’t take me long to realise it was the panties in the laundry basket that attracted you most, and that sniffing and masturbating into them was one of your secret pleasures.’
He blushed furiously.
‘And your dressing up. I never actually caught you but I was convinced it was what you loved to do. Then I met the woman who has now become your Mistress.’
His Mistress took up the story. ‘When we first met it was purely a business arrangement, but Anne was everything in a woman that I really wanted, and when she realised how successful my business could be she invested in its development. Half the Abbey actually belongs to her. We’re business partners as well as lovers. I knew nothing of your subservience then, of course, but as we became closer and Anne described you I recognised you as a psychologically perfect slave. You guessed you just needed encouragement.’
She laughed. ‘And how right I was. I knew instinctively that if on your own you’d be drawn to a Mistress. I only needed to call in a few favours from my friends and associates who also advertise locally, and here you are.’
He squirmed in embarrassment but his cock was again rigid. ‘So what happens now, Mistress?’ he asked tentatively.
‘Well, first of all you come here,’ Mistress Amanda commanded, and he immediately went to her.
‘Let me give you a little demonstration,’ she said, lifting his skirt. She tucked it up over the top of the little apron and p
ulled down the pretty panties until they were around his thighs. His cock stuck out upright and rigid.
‘Who does this belong to?’ she asked
‘You, Mistress,’ he replied.
‘And can I do anything I want with it?’
‘Yes, Mistress, you can.’
‘Can I use it as I wish?’
He nodded. ‘Yes, Mistress, whatever pleases you.’
She peeled back his foreskin with her fingers and pulled it tight so that the tiny entrance of his urethra was opened wide. She then began to insert the blood-red nail of her index finger into the hole. Looking down he could not believe how wide the opening could stretch, and he shivered with excitement as he felt his Mistress’s fingernail gouging into the tender flesh. She looked up at him and smiled as the shadows of pain crossed his face.
‘Anything?’
He twisted in pain. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘And what if it was my pleasure that Anne should do this to you?’
‘Whatever is your wish, Mistress,’ he panted.
She slid her fingers back up his shaft so that his foreskin overlapped her fingertip, the nail still painfully embedded in his piss-hole. She twisted her finger and he writhed and gave a guttural shriek, then she let him go.
‘Now it’s Anne’s turn. She can do whatever she likes to your cock too. Off you go.’
He hobbled to her. She took one of the teaspoons from the breakfast table and pulling back his foreskin as Mistress Amanda had done, slid the handle into his urethra. The pain was excruciating as she began to twist the bowl of the spoon. His legs bent as he tried to absorb the pain, conscious that his balls, still aching from the abuse they’d received the previous day, were swaying and vulnerable between his thighs. She sensed his trepidation and cupped and squeezed them. Tears welled in his eyes, but then Anne released him.