by Dan Moran
“Stop now, Justine,” Diane commanded from behind her camera. “Let’s leave him in torment for a little while. It’s too soon to let him come again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
We rested for a moment, catching our breath. I’d wanted so bad to come just then, and it was terrible to have that moist, warm, delicious mouth taken away from my aching genitals. Diane looked at me and said, “On your feet.” As I stood up, she said to Justine, “Let’s have some more fun with your slave. Do you have your wrist cuffs handy?”
“No, they’re upstairs,” said Justine, reverting to her normal voice. She hadn’t ended her sentence with “Mistress,” so I guessed it was an implicit assertion that she was joining Diane again to become co-Mistress of me.
“Then let’s just use rope. Would you like to take some pictures while I tie his hands behind his back?”
“I’d love to. Which camera?”
“Let’s use the digital one. It’s right there on the floor.”
Justine picked it up and looked at the buttons while Diane found a length of rope. She stood behind me and pulled my hands to my lower back, crossing my wrists. Justine was clicking some shots already as I felt the loops of rope tightening around me, Diane pulling back to be sure I was secure, making my hips stick out in front, my massive erection bouncing in the air as she pulled on the ropes. “There,” she said finally. “Now, let’s make this leash a little longer.”
I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but then I saw her kneel before me and tie a longer cord to the one around my ball sack. Once it was in place, she said to Justine, “Here, why don’t you take this and lead him around the room a little?”
“Ooo, I’d love to.”
Justine handed her the camera and took up the leash, holding it at about chest height, pulling me along in slow circles around the living room. I winced and hissed as she pulled me forward, leading me by the balls while Diane took more pictures. “Let’s lead him into the kitchen,” Diane suggested. “I’d like some more wine, and we could use a change of background.”
Justine led the way, pulling me behind her. Even though I kept up with her pace, she would still give occasional slight pulls on the cord, tormenting my already pained testicles. “Ahhh...” I would moan in protest, but this would always elicit another short tug and the admonishment, “Quiet!” Soon we were all in the kitchen, and this time I wasn’t the only one naked. If any neighbors were around, they would certainly see something unexpected if they happened to look in through the large windows.
Justine let the leash drop and went to our wine rack. “Any preferences?” she asked Diane.
“No,” was the response. “Anything you’d like will be fine.”
I stood with bound arms as Justine picked a bottle of Pinot Noir, opened it, and poured two glasses. They didn’t offer me any, and I knew better than to ask. “Well,” Diane said as the two of them sipped and regarded me. “What shall we do with this one?”
“I think some more spanking is in order,” Justine answered. “And since we’re in the kitchen, I’ve got just the thing.” She went to a drawer and took out two of our long wooden spoons, handing one to Diane. “I’ve used these before, and it was very effective. I think this time we should both punish him at once. We can each take a side.”
“I love it,” said Diane. Turning to address me, she said, “Did you hear that, slave? You’re in for some more punishment. We’re both going to spank that deserving little ass of yours, so you will suffer twice the pain.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my engorged dick pulsing stiffly before me.
Justine stepped forward and grabbed my erection, gripping tightly. “See?” she said, turning to Diane. “See how much he loves his punishment? He knows that his ass belongs to us and deserves all of the pain we’re going to give it. And he loves it. Don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I said, teeth clenched as she squeezed my dick harder.
“Then show us,” said Diane. “Show us how much you want a good sound spanking right now.”
I glanced around, then stepped forward to a free section of countertop. I bent down and placed my chest on it, sticking my ass out. Turning my head to address them, I said, “Please. Please, Mistresses. My body is yours. Please punish it some more.”
“Well, since you asked nicely,” Justine said, walking across the kitchen to stand on my left. Diane’s heels clicked across the floor, and soon she stood to my right. Both women tapped the wooden spoons against their open palms to get the feel of the weight and to let me hear the sounds of the wood smacking against bare flesh, knowing it would be much harder and louder when it struck me.
“Ready?” Justine asked.
I started to say, “Yes,” but as I opened my mouth I felt a hard smack on each buttock. I realized that she had been speaking to Diane, not to me. The two of them had synchronized their spanks. They soon fell into their own rhythms, though, only occasionally landing blows at the same time as they paddled my bent ass with the large wooden spoons.
Smack! Smack! Whap! Whack! Smack-smack!
The pain built much more quickly with two of them going at it, each having the time to focus on one buttock and select their spots more carefully. I knew my ass must be a deep red after the first few minutes, but they kept at it. I didn’t know how long they were going to go, but I didn’t want to say “blue” just yet. The sharp cracks of the wood on my bare buns echoed in the kitchen, and I began to involuntarily cry out. “Ow! Ow ow ow OWWW!!!! Ahh! Nggh!!” I was just seriously thinking of shouting the safe word when they both stopped.
“Well,” I heard Diane say. “That seems like enough punishment for the moment. We don’t want to overdo it.” She rubbed my sore ass, soothing it with a gentle, caressing touch.
“No, we don’t,” agreed Justine, adding her own caresses. “Poor little ass,” she said, kissing it. “Still, it does need to be punished from time to time. But now, let’s give him a break.”
“All right. I’ll untie his balls, too.”
“Great idea. Let’s free his hand while we’re at it.”
I straightened up and the two women released my bonds, standing on either side of me and caressing me. Diane poured a glass of wine and handed it to me, and as I took a deep drink, Justine gently touched my balls. “How are they?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said. “Well, sore, but nothing’s broken.”
“Good,” said Diane. “There’s still plenty of fun ahead, if you two are both up for it.”
“Of course,” I said. “This is just a little break.”
“Yes,” Justine said. “I want more. I’m not even close to finished.”
“Excellent,” Diane said, finishing her wine with one large gulp. “I’m going to use your bathroom. When I come out, I want to meet you both in the bedroom. I want you to carry all of the camera equipment up there.”
I nodded. “As you wish, Mistress.”
As Justine and I made the first trip up the stairs with Diane’s stuff, she asked me, “So, how do you think it’s going?”
“Great. How do you feel about things?”
“I’m having an awful lot of fun. It was so great to eat her and make her come. I like watching her spank you, too. You’re still okay with me sharing you?”
“My body is yours,” I said with a calm smile. “I’ll do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want with me. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to be at your command.”
“You sweet thing.” She smiled as we dropped stuff onto the bed and went down for the rest. In the living room, Diane was already gathering up the remaining things. I saw that she had removed the blouse that had been bunched up around her waist, and she had also taken off her stockings. She now wore nothing but her tall leather high-heeled boots. “I think I’ve got everything,” she said, holding her bag and some bits of rope in her arms. “Let’s go up.”
Once in the bedroom, Diane set up the tripod and pointed the camera toward the part of the room in which
the ring bolts were set in the floor and ceiling. She got the camera recording and then looked at us, taking on a somewhat meek appearance. “If you two don’t mind,” she said quietly, “I’d like to take a turn on the other side. Will you tie me up? I want you to do whatever you want to me. But for a little while, let’s have you two in control. I am your slave now.”
“Indeed?” said Justine, raising an eyebrow and adopting her firm tone. “You wish to place your lovely naked flesh at our disposal?” Diane simply nodded.
“Come over here,” I told her, shifting roles. “Stand here. Turn around. Now put your feet by those metal rings.”
“I’ll get the cuffs,” Justine said as I bent down to move Diane’s boots into position. Justine came back with our familiar restraints, and I wrapped the wide leather leg cuffs around Diane’s booted calves and buckled them into place. I heard Justine saying, “Give me your hands,” as I clipped the cuffs into the floor bolts, securing Diane’s lovely legs.
Crouching behind Diane, I began caressing the backs of her legs, the insides of her thighs, moving in slow circles but traveling steadily upward. “What gorgeous legs you have,” I said. “How nice to have them spread like this, secured in place.” I glanced up at the delightful view of her large pussy lips covered with straight dark hairs. I moved my right hand up her left thigh and stopped just short of her labia. She whimpered. I let go then and got to my feet, caressing her back.
Justine stood in front of her and raised Diane’s arms. “I can’t quite reach,” she said with a smile. “Will you clip her in, my love?”
“Certainly. Right over her head, or in an X?”
“Let’s do the X. Her heels give her more height, so her wrists will reach.”
I clipped each wrist cuff to the ceiling, then stepped back to admire the back view of Diane’s body, naked but for her boots, tied up in an X in our bedroom. Justine was in front of Diane and caressing her shoulders. “Is that better, my dear?” she asked Diane. “Happy to be at our mercy?” Diane nodded.
I stepped forward then and gave her a hard smack on her right buttock. “Answer Justine!” I demanded.
“Ow! Yes. Yes, I’m happy to be at your mercy.”
“Oooo,” Justine said, smiling at me. “This must be fun for you. You never get to give the spankings, do you? I think you should give her some more. It’s about time you had a turn.” She grabbed some of Diane’s hair and pulled her head up and back a little. “Don’t you agree, slut?”
“Yes,” Diane said in a throaty whisper. I was surprised at the ease with which Justine slid into this role, instantly comfortable dominating this woman we barely knew, though I was the only person she’d ever dominated before.
“Do it,” Justine said to me with an eager smile. “Smack her ass.”
I moved to one side then, giving my right arm some room to swing, and I started spanking Diane’s lovely cheeks. “Harder!” said Diane. A little surprised that Diane herself had said this, I put some real force into each whack and got a few small cries in return. I tried spanking as hard as I could, but I actually found that my hand started to hurt. I paused, looking at the redness in her otherwise pale buttocks, then walked around her to stand with Justine and admire her from the front. I suddenly remembered that the camera was rolling, and I moved a bit to the side so as not to block the view.
“What a lovely body,” Justine said, sliding her hand around Diane’s abdomen. “So gorgeous. I love having you tied up naked like this.”
I joined in, caressing from the other side. “She loves showing it off, too,” I said. “Look at the camera, Diane. Yes. You’re naked and spread and we’re going to have our way with you, and it’s all being filmed.” I moved my right hand up to one breast, squeezing it a little and eliciting a lustful sigh. Justine fondled the other breast, then licked all around the nipple, blowing on it, watching it stiffen and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I began doing the same, and soon Diane moaned loudly as we each sucked her tits, rubbing her soft skin as we did so.
Justine slid a hand down Diane’s belly and massaged her pubic mound. Diane hummed with delight, then gasped, and I knew that Justine had her fingers inside. Her hand worked furiously for a minute or so, and then she brought it up to trace circles around Diane’s lips. “You’re wet, Diane,” she said. “Taste yourself.”
Diane’s lips wrapped around Justine’s fingers, sucking eagerly. “Mmmmm,” she moaned between loud, wet sounds.
“Good, isn’t it?” Justine said. “I think I’ll have some myself.” She kissed her way down Diane’s torso as she dropped to her knees, and soon she was under Diane and between her legs, her head wriggling as she ate the woman’s pussy.
“OH! OHHHH!” Diane shouted.
“She’s rather loud,” I said, going to the bag on the bed. I brought the gag up to her mouth and shoved it in. She accepted it and kept moaning around the red ball as I secured it behind her head. “Now,” I said, “since you like it hard...” I went back to the bed and came back with our crop, which I held up to Diane’s face. Her eyes were half-closed with the pleasure Justine was giving her, but she saw and understood. “I’m going to whip your sweet ass with this crop,” I said. “It’s going to hurt and you’re going to take it.”
“MMgggh-Hmmng,” she said, nodding vigorously.
I walked behind her, telling Justine to be sure to keep her hands out of the way. She’d had her hands on Diane’s ass as she ate, but she quickly put them on the floor. I loved seeing her tits jiggle as she crouched between the other woman’s legs, her throat bared and her face thrust up into an eager pussy. I tapped the crop’s leather tip lightly against the pale round flesh a couple of times, then let it go with a hard snap of the wrist. The short whoosh in the air was punctuated by a loud crack!, and Diane cried “NNNGGH!” around the gag.
“That’s right, Diane,” I said, giving her another smack and hearing her stifled shriek. “It’s painful. And there are many more where that came from.” I whipped her tender flesh again and again, seeing the red marks turn into welts, hearing her whimpering screams, but continuing because I knew she could take it. She moved her hips forward at every painful slash, and this made her pussy rub against Justine’s face, which was pressed firmly into her wet sex and would not let it escape no matter which way her hips slid. When Diane’s cries began to become more rapid and urgent, I knew she was close to another climax. I picked up the pace of my whipping correspondingly and said, “Yes, Diane! Yield yourself! Come on Justine’s tongue again! I want you to come! Come!”
And she did, her whole body stiffening in the chains and then going into a series of powerful spasms, yanking at the bolts in the floor and ceiling as she let loose with loud screams around the ball gag. “HHHGGGNH! MMMMMMMNNNGH! HGN! MNFHHGGG!! GRRRNNN! NH! MNH!!!” I let the crop fall to the floor, and Justine grabbed the woman’s ass and pulled her orgasming sex harder into her face, lapping up the juices and humming with savored pleasure.
While Justine licked her clean, I stepped to the side and pulled the gag out of Diane’s mouth to help her get her breath back. She gasped and coughed, her head dropped forward and her eyes closed. “Are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded.
After a moment, she said, “That was... great... oh thank you... oh God I love that...”
Justine rose, held Diane’s head, and kissed her firmly, sticking her tongue vigorously into the other woman’s mouth. Diane returned the vigor, and I was harder than ever watching them kiss, hearing them moan, the air heavy with the scent of feminine ecstasy. When Justine broke the kiss and pulled away, she ran her hands through Diane’s hair and asked, “Want to get out of the chains now?”
Diane nodded, so we undid all of the clips and cuffs and rubbed her wrists to soothe any soreness from when she yanked on the ring bolts. “Thank you both,” Diane said, kissing us each in turn. After kissing me, she stiffened a little and said to Justine, “My God, I’m sorry. You said touching only. I got lost in a moment there. Really, I’m sorry I ki
ssed him without your permission.”
Justine actually giggled at that, and she gave Diane another kiss of her own. “It’s okay, really,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. Anyway, I’ve decided something. I’ve changed my mind about the limited touching. I’m lifting all of the rules. You can do whatever you want to him. I don’t want to hold back.”
Diane turned to look at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. You can have your way with him just as much as you like.”
I smiled and was hard as the two women stared at me for a quiet moment. I wondered what they were thinking and couldn’t wait to find out. But then Diane turned to Justine.
“What about you?” she asked. “Can I have my way with you some more? I never did get to taste you, you know.”
Justine smiled sheepishly. “Well...” she said, looking down. “I—yes. You can. You can have me. And you can have him. We’re both yours.”
Diane glanced from her to me and then back again. “I’ve got some ideas here,” she said. “I think we’ll all be satisfied. First, Justine, help me bind this wicked little slave. Right where I just was.”
Each of them took one of my arms and led me backward until I stood by the floor bolts. “You know what to do, my pet,” Justine said. “Spread those legs. You heard Diane. You punished her naked flesh, and now it’s your turn.”
“That’s right,” Diane said, cuffing my right arm and lifting it to the ceiling. “You’re really going to get it now. Your two owners are going to show you just what it is to be a slave to our desires.” She clipped my right hand into the ceiling bolt and moved on to cuff my left wrist while Justine pulled my legs into a wider spread and wrapped the leg cuffs tightly around me. I was giddy with the elation of whatever further punishments they had in mind. I was so hard at being bound in place by the two of them while the camera rolled that I almost came just from the thought of it all. Once I was secure and they’d each tested my bonds, Justine shoved the ball gag into my mouth. It was still wet with Diane’s saliva, and I slurped at it joyfully.